I gaze upon the spectrum of the past in rainbows and oil stains
I gaze upon the spectrum of the past in rainbows and oil stains,
The lights dissolve into a sea of colors, of green, blue, and red,
And I fade with them, like a dream slipping away at dawn,
I sigh my words onto the window, a silent poem meeting your gaze.
On nights like this, even breathing becomes a heavy task,
I hold your hand, but in your palms lies the weight of an unyielding war,
You watch me weep the tears of a life, a river of memories,
In a silence that sings the burden of an unspoken farewell.
There must be a way out, a path from the labyrinth of shadows,
Where light reconciles with darkness, and the soul finds peace,
A place where goodbye becomes a gentle whisper, carried by the wind,
And where the heart can learn to beat again, free from the weight of the past.
So I let the rainbow embrace me, to wash my colors clean,
As I move away from the specters that held me captive,
Seeking that corner of the sky where silence embraces hope,
And where parting becomes just a step toward a new day.
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Dan Enache
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