My soul weeps again, calling out your name
My soul weeps again, calling out your name,
Through endless dreams of silence.
I lose my roots, no longer knowing where you are,
My soulmate, from where will you appear in evenings?
I write letters in the night sky, stories drawn in stars,
On the canvas of life, I reconstruct the path to you.
I wait, lost in twilight, where are you, my love?
What place in the world hides you, what mountain deceives me again with you?
With lips parched by thirst, I touch your outline in dreams,
In the torches of cold nights, where I lose myself and lose you,
I close our story between the covers of longing,
In words that tumble from the soul, without purpose and without end.
I open the book again in the evening, when the heart is life's prey,
When loneliness flows through my veins, salty and bitter,
And though longing overcomes me, I rise with each moment,
No sky is too high when my soul holds onto you.
I search for your face in old newspapers, feel your scent in verses,
And my days pass by, pale, devoid of your light.
Every morning, I wait for you, my sun,
To brighten my day, to bring me smiles, to fill my soul with love.
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Dan Enache
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