In the endless labyrinth of time, we wander like birds without wings

In the endless labyrinth of time, we wander like birds without wings, In nights unraveling like silk, in days dressed in garments of ice, We lose ourselves in the shadows of thoughts that swallow us like a merciless sea, Searching for the hidden light, like a timid sun beyond a distant horizon. Silences slowly fade in corners of the soul where the wind whispers stories, Carrying fragments of dreams that shatter like mirrors broken by time, In a tableau of memories disintegrating without echo, Like a sigh of time flowing without stopping or turning back. Perhaps we have forgotten to be human and to give each other a drop of burning longing, Perhaps we've built storms in our hearts, prisoners of heavy clouds, We've learned to stay apart, raising heavy walls between us, Captive in our own ideas and shadows, fearful of our unclear dreams. But if my voice calls you from the silent depths of time, And your eyes still seek to see beyond the snow of cold silence, Perhaps love is not lost, but merely hidden, waiting silently, To be rediscovered in a spring of the blossoming soul. Why are we so alone, asks the echo within us in the eternal night, Perhaps we've forgotten to love and to believe in the magic of unfulfilled dreams, But if a dream still stirs in the depths, there is still time to live and hope, To rediscover the warmth patiently waiting to embrace us gently.