Under the moonlight, in the silence that sings like an ancient bell
Under the moonlight, in the silence that sings like an ancient bell,
Thoughts flow like a river of stars illuminating the path,
Mirroring in waters the faces of forgotten gods, ancient shadows,
In a dance of eternity, where desire and fear meet.
Between truth and dream, a silver bridge is built in the night,
A path to infinity, where spirits find solace,
In the cosmic solitude, where souls reunite,
Seeking the hidden meaning in the silence that whispers stories.
Repetitions swirl, like an ancient incantation, a sacred refrain,
That cradles our minds in the arms of an unseen universe,
Where love transcends words and becomes an eternal fire,
A fire that burns the cold truth, giving birth to a new beginning.
Christ, the light that guides steps through the dense darkness,
Is the beacon piercing the fog of doubt, calling to dream,
We refuse the passive truth to embrace the living spirit,
That spirit which binds us to the divine essence beyond reason.
Philosophy becomes an act of creation, a celebration of knowledge,
Where the mind dances freely, guided by celestial harmony,
And in the chaos of existence, we find the beauty of a hidden order,
An order that breathes through us, like a prayer to the stars.
In this mystical journey, where time loses its echo,
We find ourselves in the embrace of a universe that knows us,
Discovering that solitude is just a fleeting illusion,
And the true connection is the love that knows no end.
So, in the silence of the night, where dreams become reality,
We raise our souls to the heavens, seeking the infinity within us,
In a dance of stars, where light and shadow merge,
We find the meaning, that eternal flame burning beyond words.
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Dan Enache
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