So many falling stars

 
In the corridors of thought
where shadows white is sublime
wheels of memory spin
in circles they turn
whispers of forgotten dreams
linger in the air.

Faces in the mirror
reflections of the past
moments fleeting by
too precious to outlast
colors of emotion
in a kaleidoscope's embrace.

Echoes of a heartbeat
in the silence of the night
thoughts like scattered leaves
take their secret flight
twirling like a dance
on the edge of the unknown.

Threads of golden memories
woven through the years
laughter mixed with tears
in the tapestry of dears
circles form within circles
an intricate design
in the labyrinth of nought
where dreams forever brine.

Seasons change their colors
as moments come and go
in the spiral of existence
the winds of life blow
through the corridors of time
where echoes softly bind
truths are there to find.