On a silent night, when the stars seem to weep
On a silent night, when the stars seem to weep,
I got lost in thoughts and memories, like a leaf in the wind.
The novel I never finished,
Was not about a prince or magic,
But about someone I am not.
In those pages, scribbled with soul and longing,
Lived my dreams, my unfulfilled legends,
Beyond the written prose, my shadows revealed themselves,
I was someone I am not.
But you, with your ruthless flames, burned those manuscripts,
Manuscripts I did not want to finish,
Because that story was not mine,
It was about someone... I am not.
The words now melt into ash,
And the dreams become echoes in the dark,
But somewhere, deep in my heart,
That story still lives, unfinished,
Like a swan song of my soul.
In the flow of my consciousness, like a winding river,
Thoughts flow without stopping,
And I wonder, in the silence of the night,
If I will ever find those lost words,
That story about someone... I am not.
And yet, in my magical melancholy,
In the dance of shadows and unfulfilled dreams,
There is a sad beauty,
An unstarted story,
About someone... I am not.
,
I got lost in thoughts and memories, like a leaf in the wind.
The novel I never finished,
Was not about a prince or magic,
But about someone I am not.
In those pages, scribbled with soul and longing,
Lived my dreams, my unfulfilled legends,
Beyond the written prose, my shadows revealed themselves,
I was someone I am not.
But you, with your ruthless flames, burned those manuscripts,
Manuscripts I did not want to finish,
Because that story was not mine,
It was about someone... I am not.
The words now melt into ash,
And the dreams become echoes in the dark,
But somewhere, deep in my heart,
That story still lives, unfinished,
Like a swan song of my soul.
In the flow of my consciousness, like a winding river,
Thoughts flow without stopping,
And I wonder, in the silence of the night,
If I will ever find those lost words,
That story about someone... I am not.
And yet, in my magical melancholy,
In the dance of shadows and unfulfilled dreams,
There is a sad beauty,
An unstarted story,
About someone... I am not.
Copyright © Dan Enache | Year Posted 2024
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