Metamorphosis of Luminous Silence
Metamorphosis of Luminous Silence
We dress the trees in velvet of dried leaves alive that breathe,
from the pan flute the wind sings a song full of longing never heard,
we gather in bouquets only flowers from stars that fall upward always,
under the breath of night flowing from a cloud of heavy dark light.
Come barefoot light of darkness that treads on cold flames,
when the furrow opens under dew that fell upward toward sky,
breathe again the humble seed from a flower that dies blooming,
don't lose your hope forgetting and forget the past holding it close.
From bark they make a flock of migratory birds standing frozen,
in the deep sea they seek their treasure on mountain peaks high,
through the wings of time they arrange themselves in motionless flight that runs,
leaving through wet leaves burned by sun and return in dead spring.
A cry of echo is heard up in the mountain in silence that screams,
where the path groans with heavy loneliness full of empty crowds,
a shadow breaks free from steps too deep that float on surface,
rises gently toward pure eternity that falls into the depth below.
A tear broken from the eye of spring that burns in ice,
colder than hot ice pierces into the earth of air,
melts the root that speaks unmoving dancing in gentle storm,
under a pile of leaves gathered lightly by wind that throws them hard.
We dress nature with cracked branches whole that heal,
from which buds fly toward the clean sun dirty with purity,
we put the perfume to sleep under the eyelid of an awake dream that never sleeps,
from eyes let dew of fire flow for I haven't forgotten you forgetting you.
Velvet of leaves dresses the bare trees radiant in darkness,
the song of longing of wind from pan flute sounds in full silence,
flowers from stars gathered bouquets fall upward under night of light,
barefoot light of darkness comes treading on cold flames that burn.
The furrow opens under dew fallen upward the seed breathes,
dead blooming humble hope forgotten held close always,
bark makes flock of frozen birds that fly motionless,
treasure from deep sea on mountain peaks the wings of time.
Echo cries in silence that screams the lonely path full of crowds,
shadow from deep steps floating on surface falls into eternity,
tear from eye of spring burns in hot ice melting,
root speaks dancing under leaves thrown by gentle furious wind.
Cracked branches whole dress nature buds fly toward sun,
perfume sleeps awake under eyelid of dream dew of fire flows,
from eyes for I haven't forgotten you forgetting you in velvet of leaves,
wind sings silent flowers fall upward barefoot light comes always.
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