In the abyssal silence of fading stars, I travel through shadows

In the abyssal silence of fading stars, I travel through shadows, Under the heavy eyelids of night, I walk the ancient, nameless path. Mysterious words, like an old prayer, roll in echoes, Calling the forgotten spirits of the forests to dance under the moon. I feel my soul cradled by the cosmic wind, on its unseen wings, In an embrace with eternity, where time merges with the dream. Under the flowering earth of the mind, the roots of thoughts intertwine, Seeking the hidden springs of wisdom beyond the veil of illusion. The mirrors of waters reflect the inner sky, a labyrinth of unknown desires, And silence lays like a cloak of stars on the weary shoulders of destiny. The sacred repetitions of heartbeats, a metronome of the universe, Whisper ancestral stories to me, in a language of cosmic silence. Solitude is an old friend, a shadow that dances with me, On the edge of the abyss between dream and reality, in a waltz of infinity. I touch the edges of chaos with trembling fingers, seeking hidden meanings, In a never-ending journey toward the light known only to souls. I lose and find myself in a spiral, like a dervish spinning in ecstasy, Embracing silence as the soundtrack of an unseen world, Where poets are prophets who listen to the whispers of an unfulfilled future, And the word becomes an open portal to the infinity within us. Thus, in the flow of consciousness, I slip on the river of time and space, Seeking truth in the mirage of existence, on an endless path of mystery, And so I transform, like a flame dancing to the rhythms of stars, In a universe of dreams, carried by the wings of silence toward eternity.