Is it the stars?
Is it the rain?
Is it the light?

Have I found something
that cannot be touched
by time?

Is it the golden pot
at the end of the rainbow?
Is it the smiles at the sunset
waving good night?

Have I reached
the timeless breach?

Is it the moon?
Is it the mermaid?
Is it someone I know?

The night is reaching its end,
and I find the key…

It is a mirror,
and as I look
myself in it…
It breaks,
my skin, stars,
light, and rain.

I had never
been the reflection,
but the answer.

In our search for infinity, we find ourselves against time… and a mirror. The one that tells us how we look like. Is that mirror telling the truth or is the mirror telling what time whispers it should reflect?