Love me in a world of translucent dreams
Love me in a world of translucent dreams,
where shadows weave their tales under a trembling moonlight,
in the silence of the night within hidden forests.
The echo fades, sad and enchanted, beyond time,
somewhere in the universe, the thin line between desire and reality.
In the mire of the late hour,
a tumult is born in the chest,
thoughts spilling over, turbid and warm,
like a river of stars flowing into the void,
where memories burn in conjured silences.
Love me deeply, to the root
of every falling star,
steal from the night sky the knives of light
and shroud my soul cast into the endless sea,
for without me, even the star is just another falling leaf.
Hold me among the delicate splinters of dew,
under the white tent of summer nights,
where only you, and only you, can read the stigmas
of wept evenings, bygone dreams,
which I have quietly written on the vast canvas.
Riding on rivers of emerald and topaz,
I sought you, absent and too present
in every spark of our limited universe,
where the song of the wind enters through the cracks of time,
and memories bloom like willows flowering in darkness.
Kiss the green in the forest buried in your eyes,
let the immense blue of your sky no longer weep
for your heart cries out for me,
and so too may our love be eternal and breathless.
And when ecstasy trembles under the retreating moonlight,
when dawn is ready for uncertain journeys,
you are the heart I never had,
the fall of my shivers, the falling leaves.
Place petals of roses upon my temples,
red like your kiss, burning my body,
and I dissolve in the sweet waters of your lips,
your arms, my boundlessness.
Sing to me without words, even in whispers and mute cries,
love me madly, in the stream of sweet memories,
for you are my dear,
and the most beautiful rose, your embrace.
In every rhythm, a tear is laid down,
and a sparkle is born in the light of evening,
love me recklessly, eternal in a dream,
embed me in your every heart.
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Dan Enache
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