Hush, the world will never know the mystery hidden in silences

Hush, the world will never know the mystery hidden in silences, Paper bird feathers, drifting like the specters of unspoken dreams, From my heart, scattering like stardust on angel wings, Grains of dreams carried by infinity, suspended in the universe of an unwary thought. Neither the reddish breeze of autumn, caressing the leaves like a messenger of sacred shadows, Nor the melancholic rain enveloping our souls in mantles of endless longing, Cups of dreams and wishes, scattering like petals in the ocean of destiny, As I, like a wandering wind, lose myself among the falling leaves like dreaming tombs. And no star in the opal sky, will ever know how its gaze captivates me, How it embraces me in its blinding blue, like a wave crashing on the shores of solitude, In cold and painful velvet, touching my heart like a shadow's caress, In opulent silver masks, playing their roles in the theater of the night. How I lost my heart, on an undiscovered realm, hidden under the cosmic blanket, I gathered in my palms your poison, like an elixir of forgetfulness, And I savored you slowly, tearing the eardrums of my soul with sweet-bitter pain, Now you are just a deep wound, shining like a falling star among shadows. Hush, no one will know the story woven in golden sunsets, With how much love you, my specter, enchanted me among bleeding roses, Seduced me in secret gardens, under the shadows of solitary trees. Not even you know how profoundly I loved you, in the silent evening of farewell. Moments passed like the waves of an ocean of suspended dreams, We, eternal prisoners of a love buried in twilight, Danced in the cold halls of the castle of oblivion, under the gaze of the pale moon, Stars of old sighs, silent witnesses of our lost longing. The paper bird, bearer of our hidden messages, Flies into infinity, carrying with it the echoes of a mystic love, We, eternal travelers through the lands of memory, remain chained by unfulfilled desires, Your poison is now the source of melancholy, a dance of strange shadows and lights. Hush, let's stay silent, the world doesn't need to know our secret trill, Our love was a melancholic waltz on the edge of eternity, An enchanted painting, painted in shades of silver and tears, On the canvas of a life that knew how to love and to lose in a harmony of stars and dreams.