Dan Enache Poet Free verse

Often I send you thoughts like white birds in flight

Often I send you thoughts like white birds in flight,
On unseen wings, dancing in the air filled with longing so bright.
My embraces are rays that cross the azure sky,
In a labyrinth of light and shadow, a pure universe on high.
I sing to you with my silver voice, like a weeping harp's string,
Notes weave around you, like a spell they cling.
Fragrant melodies fly on the summer evening breeze,
Reminding you of moments when love was free from tease.
I call you from the desert days, where the sun's harsh heat sears,
You are my wellspring of hope, like rain on thirsty years.
Like the Phoenix, I rise to the blue heavens above,
To a realm where desires transform into realities of love.
I see you among the stars, like a dream-painted scene,
Or a field of flowers kissed by the sun's golden sheen.
The horizon bears your face between Sunrise and Sunset's glow,
My feelings are treasures time has hidden below.
I play vibrant springtime chords on violin strings,
Notes that chase away winter's cold and its sorrowful stings.
My music wraps your nights in velvet cloaks of dreams,
And you answer from afar with the murmur of heavy streams.
I listen with an open heart, words blazing with life anew,
You ignite them at dawn, among golden buds' view.
In an intimate atmosphere, from nothing we were found,
After traversing silences that once kept us bound.
I gently caress you, holding warm soul halves in my palm,
And I stir your nights with whispers that soothe and calm.
Fiery touches bring healing to wounds carried deep,
Our metaphors are bouquets of delicate flowers we keep.
I speak with a smile that lights your sleeping face,
And listen to your tender voice that stirs my inner space.
Our memories are lightning that burns in the night,
We met karmically, in a dance of whispers and light.
I feel you, and the world becomes a paradise from a dream,
Your mysterious gaze is a path to a promised ideal's gleam.
Crystal tears caress my cheeks with longing’s call,
Their essence feeds your love like a treasured thrall.
I touch you with curls of fire, like the sea on a deserted shore,
Foamy waves are declarations of love, a living lore.
In a storm of feelings, we find each other without end,
A true love, boundless and untouched by time’s bend.

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