In the obsidian abyss, I melt, feeling the warmth that embraces me
In the obsidian abyss, I melt, feeling the warmth that embraces me,
Awaiting the flight deep within me, a dream without any hope to measure.
Beside my own self, inseparable in this boundless world,
In an eternity without zenith, I feel tranquility flowing like a spring.
A sensation of wings runs through my veins, murmuring like a mysterious song,
The attempt to see, tempestuous, climbs into the beautiful universe.
Oh, immense darkness, you are an expanse without the limit of my imagination,
Born in a regrettable state, you are my target, my starry sky.
Inside me, an idea settles like a bird on a branch, sparkling,
Enveloped in maternal love that wraps around like a sacred chant.
All that is heard is warmth and love, a world within itself, an eternal star,
A universe within me, a spring ever pure, limitless and firm.
Words leap from my soul, like an echo chaining the nights,
In all directions at once, a dream distancing itself,
Refusing to be a stone, refusing to be a stagnant obelisk,
A melody that cannot be stopped, an intimate and ceaseless curved line.
The shell of my skin breaks like the bark of a tree, released with difficulty,
Tightly clinging to the soul like a memory that leaves nothing behind,
The first attempt at flight remains, to be followed by other endeavors,
It's a beginning, a birth under a new decor that always remains.
The black shells burst under pressure, I am larger and unflown,
Holding tightly to a direction that cannot be changed,
Surrounded by a starry dome that envelops and wraps me,
A world within itself, a whole universe, an unfinished dream that makes me glide.
I am eyes with unreal gazes, like a painter drawing in the air around,
Up, down, right, left, dancing in an ephemeral theater,
Creations of king-animals that see the world differently and know how to die beautifully,
Poems that are not forgotten, like ancient fairy tales that are always recited.
An iridescent bone feather, delicate, luminous, like a moonbeam showing,
A kiss that touches the concave darkness, a crazy desire that is released,
The black shells jump again and here I am, again, suave,
Enclosed in a larger globe, like a dream, like a clock without a clock.
In a rhythmic and dilated echo, like a cry in the night that tears the being,
"Self" struggles to emerge from the depths of its own soul,
Destiny seems to tightly hold its being in its unforgiving grasp,
But the eye rises from the eye and the dream becomes gloomy and hard to bear.
Like a heavy black snowfall, covering everything, the weight surrounds,
The dream breaks into pieces and clings to a thread of expectation,
From one globe to a larger one, like a dance that stops in an ephemeral moment,
Born unflown from sleep, a destiny that defies any attempt.
From the shell of life is born a "No one," caught between past and future,
Seemingly a prisoner in a labyrinth of its own being, a continuous dream,
Never ending, like a melody that cannot be stopped,
An endless eternity, a sky without end and no place to stop.
Between shadows and somber glances, lies the "Self" searching for its path,
Destiny seems to have been determined from the beginning, without any consideration,
An internal struggle that explodes in an echo of pain, hard to bear,
A muted melody, but one that never ceases.
Although it seems lost in the chaos of its own being, "No one" remains strong,
Still, a dream is born that can be transformed,
Although it can no longer return to the past, there remains the hope that it can be changed,
In a world without boundaries or limits, a dream that never ends and cannot be stopped.
Copyright © Dan Enache | Year Posted 2023
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