In the silence of the night, words roll like waves of time
In the silence of the night, words roll like waves of time,
She sees her face in every letter, as in an ancient mirror,
I don't need to watch her read, I know she feels the call,
Somewhere deep inside, she feels the weight of every whispered thought.
But she keeps her silence, as if unaware of the enchantment,
As if she doesn't feel how each verse bends toward her,
How every word is sculpted with her hidden face in stone.
She won't speak, she won't step closer to the living flame.
She refuses to be the fuel for the sparks that dance,
She knows if she gives it air, this fire will be everything, but not gentle,
It will run through all we are, burning us to the core.
Every syllable is an incantation awakening old memories,
Esoteric symbols intertwine in the cosmic dance of whispers,
In the chaos of existence, we seek meaning in the abyss of knowledge,
Existential loneliness is just a shadow in the eternal light.
Ritual repetitions bind us to the invisible and vast universe,
In hypnotic musicality, we lose ourselves in the trance of poetry,
In mystical contemplation, we are one with cosmic nostalgia.
Archetypes dancing in the shadows of the mind, awakening the deep soul,
We dream of lost and found connections in the eternal night,
Each verse is a step in the journey toward the self, toward infinity.
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Dan Enache
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