Hide yourself in the folds of dreams, amidst the stray bosoms of darkness
Hide yourself in the folds of dreams, amidst the stray bosoms of darkness,
Snow trickles down, over fields in their metaphorical slumber,
An endless prolongation of silence, a voiceless query,
Where do you linger, when your thought is but a shadow over the restless past?
The night interlaces its hands with the cool thread of silver, letting its veil fall,
On crests aimed at the sky, silent lunar eclipses break away and depart,
In their hidden dance, a choreography of shadows and dreams that heal the wounds of sap,
Are you in a dream? A fleeing thought, or merely a silver gesture?
Cutting off memories, remnants of black leaves, vanished in an unknowing hour,
All hopes could be wrecked, could bury the dream in mute darkness,
Should it break through, in a forgotten branch, green and quiet,
Who would dare to return, to seek out your dream, to carry your triumphant fruit?
In the fog of night, I would wander crests, finding the unknown stray,
Heralding a dream, arched in the memory's nook of a silent world,
I brought hope in a goblet of sun, resurrection intertwined with tomorrows,
Beloved vanished, into which thought have you been let to wander dissipated?
At the end of the dream, barely glimpsed are the edges of our desires,
Beneath the white mantle, moisture all around, the call of the search fades,
What sacred place to find now, a testament of your hidden dream,
Where to find the opening in prelude, in our symphony of innocence?
Where have you dissolved, love, into what endless dream do you bathe?
When night lays its heavy curtain over the senses of the tranquil earth,
Just a sign, a ripple, a breeze approaching in the diffuse light,
Tell me, lost love, into what forgotten realm have you sunk, leaving me without you?
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Dan Enache
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