In the depths of my longing, my heart cries out to you.
It summons the elements, pleading for change and movement in a world that seems to stand still.
Dance, oh airy sylph, amidst the unpredictable currents of life.
Your dance knows no respite, just as you never found peace, whirling above the world.
You sail away on your solitary voyage, leaving behind your longing, like Eurydice adrift in Charon's boat.
You are the maiden behind the ethereal mask of Lohengrin, a dream lost in time.
A ghost of the dawn, weightless and fleeting...
[2024]
Poem no 8
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