In hidden thoughts, a stone fire dances
In hidden thoughts, a stone fire dances,
In the heart of silence, shadows intertwine,
Illusion flows like heavy, glassy water,
The muted rustle of evening, an unfinished waltz,
And quiet blooms in corners of dreams.
From the wax smoke, shapes are born and fade,
My eyelids sing a restless sleep,
Like a labyrinth of voices, the call shatters,
In searching for you, my breath breaks,
On wings of dusk, love unravels.
I feel you like an echo tearing silence,
Frozen in time, an unspoken dream,
Like incandescent ice, longing burns me,
And your whispers, rains of heavy light,
Are lost in abysses of a melted soul.
With every step, a paradox is reborn,
In the evening's labyrinth, I lose and find myself,
Like a blind man seeing with the heart, not the eyes,
I let myself be carried by the wave that knows no shore,
In the eternal dance of captive thought.
The syllables of longing, stars shattered at dusk,
Weave with threads of mist and memories,
Like an old clock that no longer knows time,
Seconds flow, like dreams that do not die,
And silence screams of infinity.
In the final moment, cold revelation comes,
My gaze pierces through the veil of mist,
Like a knife cutting illusions and hopes,
I discover that love is just a shadow play,
And in the secret of lucidity, I wake from the dream.
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