When I opened the gate of forgiveness with the calm longing of serene nights

When I opened the gate of forgiveness with the calm longing of serene nights, I truly believed that the bolt of pain was forever sealed. But this is a hidden song that ceaselessly pours pearl upon the wound, A muted music, an echo of the old beats, that cannot be forgotten. My fingers have entwined in sacred, fervent hymns, in the temples of hope for you, They have risen to the sky, as an offering spilled from the tear of undying tales. The downpour of tears that falls makes it unspoken, it carries epilogues of a desire that crumbles seasons into your splendid days, Paintings that flow from my eyes, meant to leave your heart untouched, despite my own soft heart pulsating with regrets and melancholies. And I hold my fear, like a dancer who hides his shadow under swift steps, In a hall where mirrors reflect only the play of light, not the darkness hidden within. The thought that my silent tears could topple your smile wraps my soul in a sibylline carousel, So I push your image all the more into the brightness of memories, fearing the power of void to shake your happiness. Thus I let the tear fall, as a star falls, leaving behind only pure light, And, as in an act of magic that sets celestial bows in motion, I wish for you, with the stubbornness of the first sunrise, A life where each twilight reflects only joy, in a celebration that never fails, Like in the beginning, when all my world was a summer meadow of wild flowers, sprinkled with promises of gold.