Footsteps of the Mind

She pauses at a post,

Lost in a vast cavern;

Shapes form and melt

In the yellowing haze

Of ancient lanterns.

Familiar faces nod in passing,

Eyes downcast,

Hurrying to an assignation.

Will they meet again

In a hall of mirrors,

Or is this the final destination?

She gathers fragments

Of her scattered thoughts

As echoes come and ghost

‘Round the cracking halls…

Footsteps of the mind.

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What Do You See? ~ A Willow Poetry Photo Challenge

Poetry prompt from Go Dog Go Café