In the abyss of the evening, when the sky breaks and stars fall shyly

In the abyss of the evening, when the sky breaks and stars fall shyly, I solemnly pray with a weary heart, on an altar of blazing clouds. My knees shatter under the weight of prayers, broken in a cry, And pale tears of dreams, festive rains, flow from the firmament, A secret rustle, from within me to myself, a primeval breeze wanders, A presence weaves your luminous shadow, through chains of forgetfulness strung. I call you from a dream, where crosses meet the decisive oracle, To deceive time, opening the gate that guards unwritten destinies. In the dream where an outstretched palm carves its path, the whisper of the sea is heard, Scents of algae, the salty song sweeping through green depths. It's a green shimmer, flashes of water, dancing in a lost round dance, In the sway of this rudderless wave, fluttering towards infinity. The wave rises, the flame of eternity, then everything billows into the abyss, And on hot sands, the imprint of unceasing longing weeps, Birds scatter, dissolve in the merciless solar aurora, Cranes losing their echo, in the ruins of vanished flights. In the depths of soulful seas, all that was, wanders in a circle, A dying enchantment, an ecosystem of thoughts and memories. A realm adorned, mystic and full of shadows where the life's sap Rides up to the source of the dream, your shadow, vibrating in a green paradise.