With the gold of the night, I will buy dreams hidden in the stars
With the gold of the night, I will buy dreams hidden in the stars,
On wings of wind, I'll fly over realms of longing and mysteries.
I will gather moonbeams to weave myself a garment of magic,
In fields of shadows, I'll sow thoughts that grow in harmony.
From the morning dew, I'll distill elixirs of forgetting and longing,
Under the velvet sky, I'll dance with the phantoms of dreams in flight.
In the heart of the forest, I'll plant trees with fruits of mystery,
And in their branches, I'll hide whispers of love that never unravel.
From the ribs of time, I'll sculpt goddesses of light and dreams,
Bearing in their gaze the eternity of a forbidden kiss.
With an echoing voice, I'll unravel words that ache in the heart,
On the path of forgetting, I'll seek truths that don't easily break.
On the forgotten land, I'll raise temples of unwritten dreams,
In the altar of shadows, I'll light candles of promised longings.
When dawn embraces the earth with its golden mantle,
I'll keep in my soul the echo of a world of mystery and treasure.
In the waves of time, I'll sail on the sea of eternal dreams,
And in the port of love, I'll anchor with desires that sift, not extinguish.
In the rhythm of silence, I'll dance alongside the shadows of dreams,
And in every moment, I'll seek the light hidden in longing.
Copyright © Dan Enache | Year Posted 2025
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