Through midnight of thoughts, where silences dance

Through midnight of thoughts, where silences dance, Confessing love is like the whisper of a lost comet, In the web of my fate, only a stray star could rise, You are that star which turns every moment in my night into myth. To adore you, is to delve into the depths of an ocean of signs, Seeking answers among reefs where light is shattered, worn down, It's as if I'd pen epistles on the wings of marine waves, Where the echo of loneliness awaits me, offering solace. In the heart of a forgotten dream, a bulwark against the shatter, stands our longing, It's the volcano that emerges from the depth, its visage hidden in the earth, Carrying within a chorus of angels falling, pure burning, white star, In their lava, I seek to measure infinity, a spring of unholy yearning. The word that might soothe, to bring verdure to dreams, Is soft and stirring like the growth of the cedars by nightfall, In their shade, there you are, vibrating with a chorus of leaves, a system of dreams, And in the dusk of these shells, my flight lays resting, waiting, sifted through dreams. The orbit of fate, the path we've chosen, intertwining our story, Is a chain of worlds, traversed by our eternal, bitter crossings, My brown eyes, the sadness is the crumbled moon, you are my heart, That in the silvery clarity, with a hint of starlight, you stretch out, a white realm in our sky. To be mad, in this labyrinth of days, an oracle deciphered, Who among us got lost in between the seven days, too hurried, Only to find that Monday is full of Sundays and all remains unstarted or failed beginnings, Shared in thought, yet separate in the arms of a consensual destiny. A signal, an invitation into this temple of your silence in song, Let's place our breath in response, to learn the soulful alphabet of the seas, Through the daring and tender kiss, somewhere between heaven and earth, Freeing me as a hostage in neutral days, in a Thursday that retains the fervor of flights.