Dan Enache Poet Free verse

In your palms, universes gather like butterflies with waxen wings

In your palms, universes gather like butterflies with waxen wings,
I feel how light paradoxically hides beneath evening shadows' rings.
Time shatters in hourglasses, its sand a river of forgetting,
Words flow without banks, like rivers of longing and dreaming.
Moments die in silence, rebirths from shadows of thought,
In your eyes, the sea is a tear, the sun a cloud distraught.
In this dance of stars, love is a fire that never sleeps,
With arms outstretched to the heavens, I call angels who keep.
On the velvet black sky, a single word is a beacon bright,
Our souls touch, paradoxically, at the altar of night.
In your voice, silence screams with muted cries of yearning,
And within me, a song is born, an echo that’s unrelenting.
Silence is the voice that tells tales of worlds of old,
On time's thin thread, love is a dream I daringly hold.
In your eyes, the sky is vast, the moon a lamp that weeps at dawn,
Under your eyelids, silence hides like rain in snowy lawn.
I watch eternity donning its misty attire,
In my soul, hope is born from dreams and desire.
I open windows to the world, paradoxically to close the infinite,
And in your arms, my love, I find both my beginning and my end, intimate.

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