Just a single astral flicker births upon the darkness a crest of day

Just a single astral flicker births upon the darkness a crest of day, A lone strand of wax, dancing its aura Dispels the night – In a delirium of glimmers that chase away the phantoms of fear, Shaking the hegemony of silence with a hymn of photons. Only a lone flake of snow, in its silvery cascades, Composes a divine ode That could launch upon the crests of time An avalanche of harmonic purity, That seraphically fills the flesh of the world with psalms of clear powers. Just one rebel petal upright in gales and storms, Rising like an oasis in wild deserts, Adorning resignation with an outpouring of grandeur, Alone in its belief, Nameless heroism - an avalanche of stout essences, A cry that blossoms in orbits of daring. Just an echo of prayer, the murmur of a pierced chest, Can transform souls into gusts of wind, In the avalanche of affection that overflows unnatural boundaries Dressing enmity in cocoons of phosphorescent loves. So shine, divine pioneer, with your eternal wick, Wave galleries of grace over expanses of shadow, Your spark rustles - an awakening avalanche – The hour of resurrection in the crucible of deep night. Be that snow that snows from the wisdom of endurance, The flower that unfurls storms, The candelabra of life in crypts of mist, The pulsating prayer, the heart of celestial chant, Constant in the celebration of its sidereal rebirth.