I see you flinch, but the universe spins without aid
I see you flinch, but the universe spins without aid,
Beloved, our world dances in circles, yet we anchor in place.
You forget the shadow and the years shift, like a play changing its set,
Beneath branches waiting for rust, beneath leaves that will fall in the end.
Trees sway their sorrow to the touch of gentle dawns,
And in their rustling, the memories of another yesterday color.
In the vast ocean of your thoughts, hopes are stones in a chain,
Life takes the shape of marble, and gazes become mute parables on immortality.
I see you flinch when the fear of the unknown pulses within you,
When the moment breaks, and the fragments cleave the twilight in two.
And the magic of the first kiss trickles, a divine poison in the veins,
Opening gates for a new dream, for new beginnings, for us anew.
Beloved, the inner rains begin to carve paths through our ancient home
And the tempest of feelings wanders wild between the walls.
On the table, you lay clusters of unrest and what could have been plucked from life,
Everything that doesn't yet bear the mark of abandonment or of oblivion.
I ache for your elusive presence, now knowing you're somewhere in the night,
In the dew settling over dream leaves under the watchful moon's shadow.
And even now, I wish to be your shadow, the meeting of falling stars,
May your soul find me again at the crossroads between worlds, every night.
Do not fear to speak the word when you feel that everything's a sin,
For fault is a common thread, binding us humans together.
I only wish for you to keep me in memory, in dawn when the star rises and as it flows into dusk,
When the sky writes the poems of unfolding and of departures, in that infinite dot and line.
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Dan Enache
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