On the day that broke from ancient azure

On the day that broke from ancient azure, Wishing to forge a path into the boundless, On enchanted crests, where dreams slumber, I whisper the silence of memories on the altar of oblivion. With a leash of emotions and impetuous dreams, Under the silvery veil, in a waltz of apparitions, I tread silently, in the immutable embrace of darkness, Through the thicket of thoughts that hope for secret paths. Where endless roads entwine their fate, The star whirls me in its subtle and profound round dance, The magic mountain shelters petrified histories, Where my airy, waltzing soul conspires with its destiny. The echo of the wind weaves the saga long lost, Through cracks of tale and the branches of yore, And the shadows, guardians of this eternal heritage, Enact their ritual in the cascade of the spilling moon. On silent summits, where silence becomes cosmic, Crowning the infinite with a gaze in deep meditation, Spirit and astral lights sinking into a song, There detachment dresses in the garb of a stellar journey. Thus, I turn my head towards the past, just a pure spark, Forwards, to constellations that tell me an immortal story, I break away into the night full of dreams and mirages, Towards eternity, flowing into the chalice of a forgotten parting.