ILLUSION OF THE UNKNOWN
Like an illusion you appear on the moonlit midnight sky among wax torches burning in huge silver candelabrums.
You are immortal, cold and golden, luminary of my dreams: you are a dream yourself and guard over the world’s dreaming.
In cruel silence you shelter your existence, still you cannot kill your feelings, you can’t forget the present.
The harsh wind moans among the rusty leaves of autumn and their voice of spectres rises in the air. The nature’s dead and silent and only you can see, oh, holy star of the horizon, through pain and eternity.
You are a vision, a dream of the unknown that sparkles cold and wordless above a lifeless world.
Where is your heart of ice that makes the nature tremble? Where are your thrilling eyes that freeze all souls and aims? How do you live? What is your life? Is it a vision that leans against dark marble walls?
All the world’s empires are built on sand. Where are the dreams and hopes? Now there’s one dream remaining in a question, desire has become demand and love has turned into torment.
To run for one’s life and never look back… Is this how it was all meant to be? Where can we go? We can’t get back!
In our souls we are forced to conceal our thoughts, love and hopes, we are forced to forget, now, when the wheel of fortune reverses.
The melodical whisper of a stream that’s mourning, the voices of the leaves that rustle on the ground give birth to the world’s yearning for immortal wisdom.
And even death itself that spreads terror and frozen shivers through its vibrant deeds now lulls the world asleep with its sweet tranquillity and carries it to the clouds through quiet dreams.


Copyrighted © Sorana Salomeia, Iasi, Romania