Through the chambers of silence where lost time stirs
Through the chambers of silence where lost time stirs,
In the room where once hopes blossomed in a flight towards the horizon,
Now stretches a wasteland that whispers from shadows and profound horrors,
All for your diaphanous light, for your silver rays that shatter.
In the altar of distant youth, where my dreams walked unceasingly,
I've searched throughout for hidden spells in corners of unending, untouched world,
Which spirit of darkness did you penetrate, did you seek with your full, spherical eye?
Emptied of eternity, scratching for the key that pours freedom into the clear sky.
Underneath a cloak of stars, your serene gaze wide open with breadth,
Just a moment in the eternal, when the full moon shows your essence, reveals what is to come.
How could I have suspected, with my unripe mind, with the unknowing mystery in fragile dreams?
A demonic truth, only understood when the light dimmed and evening turned late.
Was I your celestial meridian, the point where destiny diverges,
Where my blood might boil like some heated metal in Vulcan's hearth,
The teeth to become sharp swords, the soul, a wild, wandering beast,
In a world of night, strong and thirsting, a shadow that lays flesh low.
Oh, Moon, your play of fate has woven my heart from shadows and grace,
Enchanting lady of the night, I find your mystic artistry now bitter.
You, now weaving my deep chain of curse, are the saltworks that burns in my dreams,
And I, prisoner of dusk, search for a respite of light, but fall back into evils.
But you, guardian of the night, in your astral dance resembling both fortune and doom,
You watch my descent into the abyss, to see the beauty of the horror you without mercy or spot have staged.
The stranger, myself, transformed by you, a wildness I now carry at my chest like a heavy stone slab,
Whose genesis is repentance, and every heartbeat, an echo of a world that once was.
And yet here I stand, beneath your cascade of cold lights,
Where flesh ends and the spirit outstretches its wings, softly so.
Seeking an escape, amidst memories, amidst ruins, in their darkness,
In your celestial crater I find myself, a sharer of the night, of nights bathed in tremble and thrill.
Copyright © Dan Enache | Year Posted 2023
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