In the silence of the night, when stars weave their silver webs across the deep sky
In the silence of the night, when stars weave their silver webs across the deep sky,
my thoughts flow like a river of light, carrying with them echoes of memories,
words that were once just grains of sand in the desert of a forgotten silence,
refrains borrowed from old books, without the weight of a true soul.
They sounded beautiful but were like leaves carried by the wind over fields of shadows,
dissipating without a trace, leaving no scar in time,
until she came, like an aurora rising in a frozen sky,
and changed the poles of my heart, without knowing, without asking for anything.
She showed me how to capture emotions in cages of words,
to let silence sing between the lines, like a jade flute in the night,
now words come like migratory birds, rarer, heavier,
carrying in their wings the sweet burden of an unspoken truth, of an unuttered love.
Now they carry on their feathers the gold of memories,
a piece of her, a piece of me, as I am when I look at her,
she made a poet of me not through words, but through silent presence,
like a sun rising without asking for permission, simply being the light.
Like a flame dancing on the edge of shadows, giving life to the darkness,
like the music of the spheres touching the delicate strings of the universe,
she taught me to see the hidden beauty in the unexplored corners of time,
to feel the tremor of life in the silence between heartbeats,
and now, in this endless flow of thoughts and emotions,
I find myself, a poet of moments and dreams born from longing,
each verse becomes a tribute to her, a thread of light woven in the dark,
for she is the one who turned my whispers into poetry,
the one who transformed shadows into light, words into songs of longing,
and I, a poet of ephemeral moments and eternal love,
continue to write, to dream, to live, in the verses created for her,
for in every word there is a part of her, a part of the miracle we call love.
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Dan Enache
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