Between the rise of dawn and the cleared dark of twilight
Between the rise of dawn and the cleared dark of twilight,
Lies a hidden season of dream, when the indulged daystar makes its nest.
Between the warmth of summer and the chill of harsh life,
Spring strings its arches of renewal and hope.
Between the unequivocal black-and-white fabric,
Mysteriously flows a grey veil of ambivalence.
Between the babel of noise and sacred silence,
Stretches a space for retreat, an island of calm.
Between birth and the fragility of age,
The season of fertility revives, in rhythms of mystery.
Between the maturity's dusk and the spilled perfume of childhood,
A season of innocence opens, a gate to the primal Eden.
Between the sin that erases and the sweet grace that heals,
Rises a time for decision, a choice between two lights.
Between vision and the pressing solid reality,
A time for prayer breaks through, a heart's murmur that prays.
Between the trembling doubt and the marriage of wonders with the world's eyes,
Lies the season of perseverance of faith, boundaries unfound.
Between love and the spiteful indifference of hate,
Awakens a predilection for mercy, a season of your warmth.
Between the despair of death and the triumphant birth of life,
Stands the clarity of heaven, a season of light, wandering fragrant.
Between the lost garden of Eden and the second coming, a celebration of resurrection,
Stands the full timbre of anticipation, wilting surreptitious expectations.
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Dan Enache
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