The poet does not see reality, but sees beyond its enchanted veil
The poet does not see reality, but sees beyond its enchanted veil,
Through his eyes unfold the mysteries of the world, in mantles of light and shadow,
A young wanderer on the paths of imagination, mastering the unpolished art of dreams,
With every gaze, he pierces through earthly layers, discovering hidden magics.
Under the starry sky, he unravels the deep song of the night, where silence becomes poetry,
Every drop of dew on leaves, a diamond sparkling in infinite stories,
The stars, torches of the ever-burning soul, whisper the secrets of the universe,
In the moonlight, shadows become eternal riddles, dancing on untamed paths.
In the wild gardens, the flowers reveal the murmur of life, the hidden nectar of sorrow,
He sees the forest as a cathedral of sacred essences, the deer as the silent priests of the night,
Every tree, an altar of unspoken memories and desires,
Where the leaves fall like longings, whistling through rivers of astral light.
Through the lines written with ink of yearning, the poet explores other worlds,
Stepping on bridges of words, in realms where fantasy has its throne,
He carries his love and pain in tireless verses, guided by the echoes of destiny,
Constantly seeking through the veils of reality, the hidden truth of the dream.
By extinguished fires, where the embers sing their farewell song, moments become paraphrases of an undeciphered future,
He does not see reality, but weaves words from its essence, discovering the miracles hidden under the skin of time,
In the depths of the universe, each star becomes a metaphor for boundless longing,
And in this endless quest, the poet becomes an alchemist of souls, transforming reality into pure magic.
There is a circle of misunderstood signs dancing at the horizon's edge, deliberately hidden,
Where simple eyes see only land, he sees poetry springing from unexplored dreams,
On the path to the unknown, between reality and the realm of the fantastic,
He steps lightly, leaving traces of light behind, a story ever alive, stirring hearts and destinies.
Copyright © Dan Enache | Year Posted 2024
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