Beneath the celestial dome, where stars dance in silence

Beneath the celestial dome, where stars dance in silence, My soul, a nocturnal wanderer, seeks your shadow in hordes, Among thousands of the night's dark shades, and the beat of wings, You are my shining labyrinth, the kite struggling towards winged horizons. Ascending the inscrutable mountain of silence, with peaks lost in clouds, Here I am, searching among the shadows of the nocturnal minstrels, unhurried, Where words melt into the smoke of memories, in my obsessive search for you. Within the web I live, the play of your whisper is my only music. In the fabric of the night, the measure of my longing resonates, an echo of raw feelings, Stirring deep cascades of mystery, where the real fades mute. You are the abstract dream, formless, yet with fiercely waiting contours, Carrying me on wordless wings, through a voiceless carnival of illusions. Among unwritten memories and the oases woven into the soul of nocturnal twilight, I see you as a reverberation of lost thoughts and eternal memories. We pass, transparent figures, through the living kaleidoscope of day and night, Whispering questions about where dreams evaporate when they shatter in the rain. Nothing is sacred or cursed, just the ancient and perpetual game of light and shadow, Where tears and smiles are the currencies with which we redeem the past moments, evermore. The effort to translate what we feel through the prisms of reality is the raw courage of twilight, Battling the muddle of the mundane and building bridges over the waters of oblivion. Daily we make pacts with the incomprehensible signs of our serene existence, Writing our story in the brooding blue of uncertainty, without signs. And on the sea of knowledge, in a ship without a map, we search for you, the eternal unknown, As we search for fulfillment at the midnight hour, when daylight's voice is mute.