Through the rain that sings melancholic melodies, coal clouds weave their dark dreams
Through the rain that sings melancholic melodies, coal clouds weave their dark dreams,
I pray to reach a realm where eagles lift the skies with wings of gold,
to free myself from the shadows of preachers who spread dogmas in the night,
to rise above the Himalayan cliffs, covered by eternal snows,
far from the soul thieves who prey on minds in the deep silence of the night.
Through silent valleys where emotions are lost like leaves in the autumn wind,
where cemeteries are soulless meadows, forgotten by time and people,
take me where the eagles soar, to hear the song of flowing springs,
to escape the seagulls that cannot find their shore among waves of regret,
to float through the Iguazu waterfalls that wash away desires and lost dreams.
Flowing from the Nile to the Black Sea, on the waves of eternal wandering desire,
to be taken where the eagles soar, in the province of my thirsty heart,
against the storms that engrave the sky with deep wounds of adversity,
toward the light where the sun reflects its rays in shades of gold and fire,
in the realm where poetry meets the pure alchemy of its divine muse.
Among coral lanterns floating on lilac seas and velvet skies,
beyond the seraphic silence of the moon, watching over dreams lost in the night,
take me where the eagles soar, before the stars lose their shine,
to the garden of my beloved, where the illuminated dahlia sings its song of longing,
where angels recite verses of love, kissing souls goodnight.
Resting on ancient trees, full of green leaves and unfulfilled dreams,
remembering lost childhood and playgrounds forgotten by time,
take me where the eagles soar, creating a nest in a home of dream and light,
where we can call our hometown, woven from memories and pure desires,
and if I could fly into the world of dreams, would you want to fly with me?
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Dan Enache
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