In the mystical mists of twilight, leaning on an ancient railing
In the mystical mists of twilight, leaning on an ancient railing,
I gaze deeply into the water to see my reflection gently rippling,
And the little fish weaving their paths
Through the blurred contours of my shadowed essence.
I wonder if these ethereal beings feed
On my floating thoughts, lightly nibbling
At the strands loosely interwoven
Into the very fabric of my existence,
Embarking on an effortless journey
To the deep, dark recesses
Of the shadows I cast upon the world around me.
I almost perceive
Their delicate fins brushing against the secret chambers
Of my mind, mapping the labyrinth of fears,
Gracefully winding
Through the tangled webs
Of doubt and wavering indecision.
Descending even further,
Their fervor seems to grow with discovery,
Bringing to light hidden treasures that feed
On enigmas cloaked
Even from my own consciousness,
Diving beyond the shimmering surface
Of my self-reflection.
They plunge into the hallowed temples
Of my thoughts, where shadows intertwine
With forgotten dreams and
Partially outlined longings, suspended in partial fruition,
Navigating through the ethereal liquid currents
Of the deepest sanctuaries of my soul,
Unseen guardians of mysteries
Perceptible only to their silent and adept presence.
In these sacred, submerged gardens,
My inner world unfolds as a complex tapestry
Of lost hopes and budding marvels,
Where the little fish, in their silent pilgrimage,
Unravel the hidden strands of my heart’s pains and joys,
Unveiling sanctuaries and
Echoes of a consciousness
Intertwined with the dance of creation and despair.
In the tranquil depths of these ethereal waters,
Where my essence fluctuates between reflection and obscurity,
The fish illuminate the dark shadows of my spirit,
Revealing the intricate ballet
Of melancholy and wonder
That flows silently beneath the surface,
An endless, haunting stream, interwoven with magic and mystery.
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Dan Enache
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