The City in the Mirror

In the midst of colossal aerial towers,
A rain falls warm as tears in quiet hours.
Catch it in your hands, let it seep through,
A city where the silence reigns true.

Spellbound apparitions drift and glide,
Through glassy windows where shadows hide.
Perhaps you've seen this place before—
A mirrored city with a secret core.

You looked and saw duplicity there,
In the reflection, a coldness in the air.
Where you can’t see, the chill will creep,
A city where dreams and nightmares sleep.

He smiled softly, lips barely part,
A whisper escaping like a ghost of the heart.
Ghosts and white horses dance in slow parade,
Through empty squares where memories fade.

A wind, a thousand unseen wings,
Flutters your hair with forgotten things.
Cool stone beneath, dead pillars stand,
Listening to echoes in this haunted land.

Diaphanous stairways that spiral and bend,
Leading to nowhere, they twist and descend.
Curtains of lace, like phantoms, wave,
Beckoning you to the depths of the grave.

He sees his breath, it hangs like mist,
Cold air brushes like an unwanted kiss.
“This is where she is now,” he laughs, forlorn,
In the city where reflections are born.

Golden laughter fills the hollow night,
Haunted filigree catches the light.
A dance of shadows, a lover’s sigh,
In this city where memories never die.

Curtains wave slow, nightmares peer through—
In the windows of a world that once knew
A love, a sorrow, an eternal trace,
A city of mirrors where we all face.