In the deep silence of the night, when the sky unfolds its mantle
In the deep silence of the night, when the sky unfolds its mantle,
I drift, dreamlike, among constellations of thoughts that embrace the moon,
A solitary soul, like a forgotten temple beneath falling stars,
Waiting for you, the eternal traveler, to be its light and solace.
In the labyrinth of shadows, where the timpani of time silence solemnly,
Seek your path among ancient echoes, in search of meaning,
Like a subterranean river of memories flowing through my soul,
And my silences become incantations that call for your presence.
Under the sky full of mysteries, where galaxies are born and die,
I, a mere atom of the universe, write my destiny in the sand,
Repeating like a sacred ritual the desire to be whole,
In a world fragmented by illusions and unfulfilled dreams.
Far away, in the cosmic depths where spirits meet,
My wandering soul whispers your name like a prayer,
Waiting for you to come, to fill my void with light and song,
Until then, my windows weep the longing for an eternal embrace.
Someday, on the sky of our destiny, the stars will align,
And in that moment of eternity, we will become a unified whole,
Our souls merging into a symphony of light,
And the silence will sing our love as a cosmic anthem.
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Dan Enache
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