Through the passage of lost moments, I became a shepherd of dreams
Through the passage of lost moments, I became a shepherd of dreams,
On the road of oak hearts, dried, in their empty homes I dwelled.
I overnighted in my guest souls, humble abodes on the map of the cosmos,
I gave them from my translucent light, I opened windows to azure flights, lifting them to the star.
I wandered through the silent chambers of hearts as thin as old books,
Corners of pages lost in histories, inscribed with the tears of passing.
On each page, I left a mark, a new whisper to the thread of the story,
And to each feast of souls, I built a throne, a garland of golden dew.
I rented the room of passions, I roamed the markets of desires,
In the chest of each, I found a world, a nebula of emotions and esoteric dreams.
I waltzed to rhythms pulsing within them, to a symphony that knew no end,
And on each soul, I left a print, with the brush of love, hues that lay like an endless sunset.
And now, in the twilight of my awakening, my gaze clings to the silver thread between sky and sea,
When my heart finds a resting place, and my soul reaches out for reconciliation,
I retreat into the temple of hearts that sheltered me,
In the enchantment of every love, in every dream, in the rhythm of every refrain.
And I carry with me, in the sense of each beat, in the tremor of every fleeting moment,
The songs hidden in the magic of each meeting, on every palpitation of the heart that received me.
With the voice of the heart I will resound, with the boundless symphony flowing through my veins,
Until the last echo that in the night will dissolve, the ultimate harmonic that will renounce the infinite.
Copyright © Dan Enache | Year Posted 2023
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