Lilac Mirage

Lilac babble… a silver overflow…
In the pale-blue stone veins
The city pulses – a giant, dreaming
Of the whisper of secrets, still mute.

The sleep turns to glass. In the mirrors of shop windows –
A steel glimmer of quiet non-being.
Lilac shadows – a dance of ballerinas
Weaving their rhythm… an elusive feeling.

Look: through the smoke, through the lilies of lights,
She walks – or is it only a fragile breath?
The semi-transparent train of her years
Vanishes into silent labyrinths.

A lilac cloak… not a step, but only a sound.
A pearl mask… a gaze like crystal.
This city breathes – through thousands of partings,
Hiding its dormant regret.

Pale-blue… silver… and mute.
Is this a figure? Or a whimsical game?
Twilight takes – and twilight will take
Everything that has not found a name.