In tumults of time and forgetfulness, in the hidden frenzy of a heart beating faintly
In tumults of time and forgetfulness, in the hidden frenzy of a heart beating faintly,
Invoke the unseen magic, unravel silk works in the deep night,
Tame as a magus who dares, let fall veils of silence,
Breathe into the heavy air movements of shade, cloak thoughts with your watchful anticipation.
In the pale light that wards off unannounced storms, in the echoes of the chamber where echo is the sole presence,
Breathe with a grace that belongs to the weavings of dream, release dreams with each syllable,
Present the metanoia of the time steed, to crash into stone walls, to sing the thrill of a falling star,
Flick through your hand compendiums of souls, show me in intervals your flawless unfolding.
In a play of shadows and lights, master the fine art of remembrance,
Prefigure in smiles the fulcrum and temper of alchemy, in doses just enough to breathe poetry into me,
Like a weaver of the soul, forge my paths amidst beliefs and certainties spoken in the murmur of clear water,
Deliver my walls from clays and masks, consecrate battleground with your unpolished sincerity.
Not with illusions that once sparkled, but with the mystery that transverses your gaze, the torch that illuminates my inner darkness,
Weave with an artist's hands our story, with tones and gestures converted into icons,
In the fascination from chronicles of vigil, in the sweet toils of a heart catching the vigor of desire,
Set your noble trap, a stage set for the final act of promise,
Where you, within me, extend wings, initiate me in ceremonies of a new day,
Congeal enchantment, let me taste the morsel of infinity that you remain in words, until the last verse of the night.
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Dan Enache
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