The Garment of Silence

"The Garment of Silence" In the vast field of my soul, where dreams lie dormant in frost, Where memories dress in the garment of silence, too heavy to bear, I walk alone, among shadows that weave their melancholy under the moonlight, And my steps echo in the memory of a time that seems to have forgotten. Beneath the sky's dome, studded with lost thoughts, I, a pilgrim in my own life, seek answers among the falling stars, But they, like my hopes, extinguish before reaching the ground, And scatter into the night, leaving no trace, just bitter memories. Each day is a page from the calendar of forgetfulness, Upon which destiny writes with invisible ink, the untold story, Of a soul that stubbornly strives to find beauty in pain, To discover light in the depths of darkness, where hope is always veiled. My inner rivers flow quietly, beneath bridges of silence, Carrying memories and regrets, like withered leaves, Which swirl in the whirlpool of oblivion, until they're lost in the vast sea, Where all merge into a single wave, carrying the echo of a vain love. In my heart, a piano perpetually plays a wordless tune, Its notes intertwine with the sigh of the wind, in a melancholic duet, It's the song of my soul, a hymn of solitude, That resonates in the silence of the night, an echo of undefined longing. I look back, towards the dawn of a day that will not come, Where yesterday's promises melt into tomorrow's mist, And I realize that each step on this solitary path, Is an eternal search, a battle with the shadows of my own destiny.