Subtle Whispers

Lit Up — November’s Prompt: 55er

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The ticking clock echoes as time slips by, looping dreams.
Between shadows and ancient ghosts, I see a shining
The moon tonight resembles a warm, pale sun
Like you, it shimmers, gentle, serene, mysterious
Beneath, an eerie staircase beckons me
A route to forgotten pasts?
Lands of latent wishes?
I whisper mine
Once more
You.