Midnight caresses those dreamy contours
While the mirrors within reflect ebullience
Myriad emotions drift across the twin oceans
At times, trickling down in streams
At times, disappearing like the dreams
Like the fluttering frail wings of the butterflies
Soft veils touch those watery depths
Moistening and protecting the precious gems.
They are the portals to the soul within
Marking the presence of two worlds
The known and the unknown.
The visible and the invisible.
A world that has words to emote
And a world without them…
A wordless world hidden in their soft gleam.