In the midnight's heart, along the shadowed path, I lose myself in dreams
In the midnight's heart, along the shadowed path, I lose myself in dreams,
A river of thoughts flows, carrying me through the abyss's seams.
With every ripple, I draw near to the hidden truth's embrace,
In cosmic silence, my unfathomable soul I trace.
Under a sky full of stars, I dance with shadows of the past,
Each step an incantation, an echo of beginnings vast.
In the whispers of the wind, I hear eternity's call,
An ancient song binding my heart to the night's endless thrall.
I wear my solitude like a cloak of dimming dusk,
In my quest for meaning, I remain an undefeated husk.
For in the chaos of existence, only stars are my guides,
Through the labyrinth of questions, they unveil new tides.
Rituals repeat, magic words entwine,
A thread of light guiding my steps in whispers divine.
I am but a traveler through the invisible universe's veil,
A seeking soul in a cosmos that cannot fail.
Through the fields of silence, I seek my lost essence,
In cosmic melancholy, a mute light finds presence.
With every verse, I rise closer to the sky,
For in poetry, I find answers, in echoes that never die.
I am the madman seeking greatness beyond mere chance,
A dreamer leaving his soul on sands, like a fire's dance.
What is man without the madness that makes him dream?
Just a healthy being, a body delaying death's scheme.
Through words, I create a world, a universe arcane,
A place where solitude becomes an angelic refrain.
An endless search in existence's chaos,
A connection with the unseen, beyond the facade's ethos.
Through the flow of consciousness, I lose and find my way,
In poetry's rhythm, with infinity I sway.
And thus, in the night's silence, I become immortal lore,
A soul that dreams, a seeker of dawn's encore.
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Dan Enache
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