In the quiet murmur of the night, where shadows whisper secrets
In the quiet murmur of the night, where shadows whisper secrets,
I wandered through the labyrinth of my thoughts,
Seeking a semblance of sense in this chaotic world,
Yearning for a happiness that eludes the grasp of mortal hands.
I wove stories, intertwining threads of hope and illusion,
Building castles out of words, delicate and fragile,
I created lies that fit perfectly, like pieces of a flawless puzzle,
Hoping to transform this somber reality into a paradise of dreams.
The stars above seemed to sing a melancholic tune,
Their shimmering light a reminder of distant, unattainable joy,
I wanted all things to seem to make some sense,
So we could all be happy, yes, instead of tense.
In the depths of my mind, I painted scenes of joy,
A world where sorrow was but a distant memory,
Where laughter echoed through the valleys of our hearts,
And love bloomed like flowers in an eternal spring.
But the truth, oh the truth, lingered at the edges of my thoughts,
A shadow that couldn't be banished by mere fantasies,
And yet, I clung to my creations, these fragile tapestries of delight,
For in them, I found solace, a refuge from the harshness of the world.
I created lies, beautiful and intricate,
So that they all fit perfectly, like stars in an aligned constellation,
And for a moment, in the stillness of my reverie,
I transformed this sad world into a parody.
But as dawn approached, with its unforgiving light,
The illusions began to dissipate, like mist in the morning air,
And I was left with the stark reality of our existence,
A world that is both beautiful and cruel, full of joy and despair.
Yet even in the fading of my dreams,
I found a bittersweet comfort,
For in the act of creation, in the weaving of my tales,
I touched upon the essence of our shared humanity,
And in that fleeting moment, we were all united,
In the pursuit of a happiness that, though elusive,
Gave us reason to dream, to hope, to believe.
And so, with each passing day, I continue to weave,
Stories that dance between reality and fantasy,
In the hope that, one day, our collective dreams
Will transform this sad world into a true paradise.
Copyright © Dan Enache | Year Posted 2024
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