Dan Enache Poet Free verse

In the silence that screams like a lost soul, I delve deeper

In the silence that screams like a lost soul, I delve deeper,
Shadows wrap their cloaks over thoughts, an absurd dance.
In the spring of memories, incandescent ice flows,
And in the broken mirror, time seeks its absurd form.
Dawn gazes through the dry eyes of a mute prayer,
An echo in the dust of forgetfulness, where trembling ashes
Carve the desire to be reborn from memories.
The soul writes its duty with silent blood ink.
Oh, sun, dragging your shadow through the sky open like a wound,
As clouds unravel, hiding their eternal cold,
You shed another tear over dead flowers, and longing blooms,
For duty accumulates, and pain is born anew.
I weave my steps among the ruins of yesterday's table,
Where the feast of absence weaves silence in plates.
What was served yesterday rots today, a delicacy of nothingness,
A banquet of forgetting, where silence is the only guest.
Tears are borrowed to let their seeds grow,
The endless covenant stretches like an eternal shadow,
I am summoned again under the oath of everlasting pain,
To gather the blood and nourish the thorns, to water dead flowers.
In the twisted light of a cold revelation, I stop.
Darkness sings its silence, and I, with open eyes,
See how stillness carves a path through illusions,
And understand that absence is just another form of presence.

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