Hidden in my eyes, a season of ice
Hidden in my eyes, a season of ice,
With frost-flowers in my hushed chest,
A hope passes through the barren branches,
A frozen dream that has become overly quiet.
A silver river that parts my life,
Flows beneath crystals pondering in the cold,
I await a sign, a ray to rouse me,
In the morning when the gentle poet watches.
A star ignites through the heart's long night,
With a thread of melancholy, it binds me to eternity,
I wish for peace to rise softly in my soul,
Like a tale written in the light of the bewitched star.
I soar across skies with wings of silence,
Among clouds of light snowfalls now,
The dream carries me, floats in mystery,
Each heartbeat is a sonorous echo.
I traverse a dream lost in silent times,
With steps of mist over slumbering lakes,
In every breeze, I feel a song that binds,
Reality and dream, in my sweet glacial night.
Copyright © Dan Enache | Year Posted 2024
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