You are the threshold between flesh and inspired.
Oaths dissolved in your eyes like a form of forgiveness.
You speak to me with the echoes of a voice
in an inaccessible yet so close dimension ...
I reach out my arms to you ,but you fade away
in the murky depths of a lunar chasm ...
Are you nothing that the faded incense
of an illusion that continues to burn within me ?
Paleness of a glance carried away
by the whims of the seasons ...
My sweet hearth from an another era ,
canvas born from the unfinished dream
of a forgotten painter ...
My lost betrothed in the ambiguous light
of a last summer ember .
This cascade of your hair in the fire of my hand ,
white dress billowing in the breeze ...
Already wife of a nocturnal blue
suspended in the uncertainty of life and dream...
Guardian of the waters and the whispers
of the silence .
Leaving me with this musical watercolor harmony.
Magic of a mystery that ends in a funeral march
in the rain ...
The hours of the bodies that are carried away
no longer rebel against the pantomime
of the living ...
I will meet you there .
Without ever tiring of contemplating
the features of your face ,
that the painter will have finally completed...
Your name on the marble long since erased.
I ,annoyed in a sad suburb lost in a milky galaxy .
You, lighthearted spirit in the ethereal beauty...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: October 27th, 2025 11:47
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Comments2
And with double mirror you return to what you were the question becomes what would you see if incased in a spherical mirror. An image rich write that twists the brain around each corner.
Perhaps to find the absolute in the ephemeral ?
Boundaries of the infinite, where absolute zero is only a guideline
The individual is zero.The party is infinity .
Love that cannot be fulfilled becomes the driving force of creation.
Thus art is born - from the impossibility of being together, from longing transformed into music.
Artistic synesthesia through emotion ...
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