Echoes in the Twilight Veil

Her silent yet resounding reflection became a wistful communion with the universe.

With calmness soft and rare,
The feeling lies beyond compare.
It brushes 'ganist her cheeks so light,
As curtains part to greet the night.
A tale concealed from worldly view,
Of dreams, she plants and wishes new.
She whispers to the breeze that flows,
And doodles where her spirit goes.
She gently flicks her silken hair,
As if she speaks with one so fair.
What stories, what dreams will it invoke?
In whispered breaths, their fates awoke.
With eyes closed tight, she bids goodbye,
To let the wind's embrace draw nigh.
A wishful vigil, soft and deep,
Where whispers and her dreams shall sleep.
Thus she moved toward a realm of visual transience,
onjuring a manifestation so potent that even the vast machinery of the universe bent to her whispered echoes,
stirring behind its delicate, shadowed veil.