In the vast ocean of beings and tempestuous thoughts
In the vast ocean of beings and tempestuous thoughts,
You are the vessel that sails with heart at the prow, brimming with unsaid treasures.
Not all can taste your depths, not all can penetrate the abyss,
You are an ocean in which many fear to dive, though you teach them to swim in your profound waters.
It's your tragedy, you are a sculptor in the clouds, with a high frequency of feeling,
Understanding others with a merciless sharpness, while they remain strangers to your inner chorus.
It's like shouting through the mountains, and your echo is solitude, the only one that responds —
Full of melody and pain, understood only by the wind and untraveled wilderness.
With open arms, you embrace the sun and the earth,
But how many of those you embrace are truly present?
You speak in a language of leaves whispering stories through branches,
They hear only the distant rustle of a forest they've never walked.
Within you hides a universe, a constellation of emotions and sensations,
That roams undiminished through galaxies only you can see.
You are a traveler in a cosmos of compassion, where loneliness shares its bread and wine with you,
But your eyes, unfathomable, understand that not every star can always meet its pair.
Oh you, jester and king in the court of feelings,
Wear your crown of thorns of misunderstanding with nobility.
Each crucifixion of sentiment is an act of repentance and blooming,
A living bas-relief upon the wall of time, where eternity weaves reproof and caress.
And when the night of the heart covers your stars, remember:
You are a master in the art of feeling, you are the keeper of the treasury of depths,
And even if your light is unseen by many, it remains light —
A lighthouse that shines alone, even when no one ventures upon your misunderstood seas.
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Dan Enache
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