CORALS OF SAND


Motto: “Who counts the stars for you when you cannot sleep?”



Another smooth dreary night is blessing the atmosphere
With its mysterious mystique charm…

The earth is letting its wounds
Re-open their silent gates
To sip the rain of heavenly sands.

Digging through hidden graves of deceit,
A weary kaleidoscope opens its feeble dry arms widely,
Fluttering its newly born bat - like wings
Above an ocean of dying corals.

Inhaling the inebriating fragrance of a celestial entity,
Accompanying a lonely lifeless cliff on its aimless voyage,
Dreaming inside a rhapsody of transparent visions,
Far away, into a borderless, meaningless dimension,
A shallow silhouette is counting the stars.

Each falling drop of tranquility that enwraps the air
Is a castaway traveller
That coyly murmurs its story –
A fairy – tale that has been denied by its own vibration.

Escaping into an obscure refuge,
Being sipped into a mesmerizing mirage,
Unconsciously diving and drowning inside the luring wonder
Of the fountains of time,
The shadow returns to its denied origin.

Hiding behind curtains of incandescent light,
It tries to retain the elapse of time
Inside an ancient broken hourglass
That relishes
The dreams of celestial insomnia
No more…

An hourglass whose threads of sand
Forgot long ago what it is like
To count the sleepless stars on the ocean of corals…

-SORANA –

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