Under the secret veil of the enchanted night
Under the secret veil of the enchanted night,
In the depths of my heart, stars dance,
I cannot make you understand how time ends,
Not even to myself are the mysteries clear.
My soul is a castle of smoke and lights,
Towers of desires and passages of shadows,
A labyrinth of dreams where full cries are lost,
Of a wounded elf, in the ruins of an ancient forest.
In my heart, groves of deep sadness grow,
Their leaves are old whispers, unknown in the wind,
Petals fall like tears from ancient bundles,
But the wound remains throbbing, a sacred mystery.
My thoughts are comets ignited in the night,
In a universe filled with dreamlike nebulas,
On the sky of the day, they vanish, like shadows,
In endless desires and luminous expectations.
I cannot paint for you the waves of melancholy,
Which strike the shore of my empty soul,
It is a perilous sea, a whirlwind of amnesia,
And loneliness lays its gentle veil.
But in the depths of being, a deeper mystery,
An invisible bridge, an unseen thread,
And no matter how I try, the words shatter,
Only the echo of the mystic remains, a story heard.
And thus quietly, I catch myself in the flight of the night,
Through dreams I slide, in search of eternity,
In a universe of shadow and light, in the play of existence,
Where only lunatics and dreams are my friends.
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Dan Enache
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