Under leaden skies and wandering moments
Under leaden skies and wandering moments,
I have roamed through empty lands and silent hills,
I am old with time and lost dreams,
But I will find where she has gone, in the endless universe.
I will kiss her lips like divine relics,
And hold her hands in mine, until the stars
Fall from forgotten realms, to the edge of infinity,
We will walk among the mystic grass, under seraphic lights.
In legendary lands, where time bows,
We will pluck silver apples from the orchards of the moon,
And golden apples from the trees of the eternal sun,
They will be the fruits of our longings in the cosmic night.
Through dreamscapes and ethereal hues,
Where shadows dance between realms,
We will find our path in a forest of constellations,
Under open skies, where reality bends.
Our love will be a song of the spheres,
A symphony of desires entwined with stars,
I will savor every step, every moment,
In the garden of time, sacred and untold.
In my palm, her heart will beat like a beacon,
Guiding us through the hidden worlds of the cosmos,
On secret paths of light, where angels
Lose their wings in the vortexes of time.
For eternity is just a silver illusion,
In the face of love that transcends galaxies,
Her lips are the gateway to infinity,
Our hands united, creating universes.
From the silver of the moon, we will sculpt memories,
From the gold of the sun, we will weave dreams,
On unseen shores of stellar paradises,
We will rejoice in our embraced eternity.
And when time and times vanish,
We will remain, two intertwined souls,
Under the melancholic and mystic sky, vast and arcane,
Harvesting the fruits of eternity, embraced in the eternal dance.
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Dan Enache
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