If you let me, the clouds will open like coconuts under the weight of the sky
If you let me, the clouds will open like coconuts under the weight of the sky,
acidic milk will cascade over your cities, drowning them in twilight,
thin lightning like my fingers will write unknown messages in the sky,
I will scour the turbulent air to reach you, traveling through time like a dream,
I will step on the bridge between worlds, seeking the trace of your lost steps.
If you let me, the wolves will sing their longing under the silver moon,
they will run in packs to find your herd of sleeping dreams,
blood will flow like dark ink, writing your name in rivers,
it will pour through your veins like a forgotten spell,
transforming into the song of the night that whispers ancient tales.
If you let me, storms will be born from the tears of the sky,
striking Sarasota's coast with untamed desires,
searching for you in every corner of the world, in every shadow of a soul,
you will be haunted by agony like an echo of lost time,
you will be haunted by memories dancing like leaves in the autumn wind.
If you let me, I will cry an ocean of shooting stars,
but if you don't, I will unravel like a dream in the morning light,
we will die if we part, like two comets perishing in the darkness,
we will disappear if we stay, like two flames burning in the same light,
in a magical universe where love defies the laws of time and space,
where our desires are woven into the tapestry of eternity, a dance of souls.
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Dan Enache
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