Anaximandala
Autor
A flick'ring dance of sound and light,
when fire's mirroring at night
on silent water - just to get
in darkness lost; and fluctuate
while shining pale; but smold'ring yet
above the blooming forests glade.
Unsaturated, glowing lit
lets shadows walking in between
the trees. Excitement's never been
in such a mystic atmosphere.
The night's just precious and great,
it feels like magic's in the air!
While whispering from harmony,
wind's rushing through the canopy:
The forest's breathing out and in
and leafes are raising billowing.
The realm of night.
Where stars reside,
resilient watching,
billion eyed;
how chaos, weaved
to harmony
in cycling order
of constructs,
in inevi-
-tability
of evanescence,
selfdestructs.
We are perceived
in depth of night,
observed by silent,
guarding light
attended by
the tidal moon.
We strive for order;
dying soon.
-
Stars are glistering. The wide
kingdom of their traveling light
circles through infinity.
Silent guardians, billion eyed,
mystic spirits of the night.
They impact the destiny.
when fire's mirroring at night
on silent water - just to get
in darkness lost; and fluctuate
while shining pale; but smold'ring yet
above the blooming forests glade.
Unsaturated, glowing lit
lets shadows walking in between
the trees. Excitement's never been
in such a mystic atmosphere.
The night's just precious and great,
it feels like magic's in the air!
While whispering from harmony,
wind's rushing through the canopy:
The forest's breathing out and in
and leafes are raising billowing.
The realm of night.
Where stars reside,
resilient watching,
billion eyed;
how chaos, weaved
to harmony
in cycling order
of constructs,
in inevi-
-tability
of evanescence,
selfdestructs.
We are perceived
in depth of night,
observed by silent,
guarding light
attended by
the tidal moon.
We strive for order;
dying soon.
-
Stars are glistering. The wide
kingdom of their traveling light
circles through infinity.
Silent guardians, billion eyed,
mystic spirits of the night.
They impact the destiny.
