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\u201cOur dream is not a shadow, but another space,
Where heart and truth are not mere conversation.\u201d<\/em>

In the dream I walked\u2026 not on earth, but on nothingness,
With a pale and wild stride, I tore through the dark,
Like the wind that summoned the opening of doors
To the eternal ache pulsing within my chest.
Above me \u2013 a deadened sky,
Void of stars and moon \u2013 like a primordial sin,
My step, like a memory unforgotten,
Led not forward, but deep into the nocturnal abyss.

It was not a voice that beckoned, but a gray gaze,
One I had met once in the bright days of yore \u2013
And from it, as if from a wounded heart,
Echoes surged into the deepening gloom.
She stood in a field of obsidian,
Without body, name, or raiment \u2013
Only her will burned with the intensity of that stare,
Whispering: \u201cReturn.\u201d

But I could not. I was held fast
By the traces of severed paths,
Like the silhouettes of those who slept in hell
Yet resurrected in the dreams of old.
I heard how my chest tore from within,
How the bird of sorrow beat against its cage \u2013
This dream was both truth and judgment,
A life I had never truly dared to live.

I awoke\u2026 the day remained silent.
But the phantom of her eyes
Lingered with me, for as long as
Loss continued to breathe inside my soul.

\u201cShe stood \u2013 a ghost of redemption,
And I was a sinner bereft of words\u2026\u201d<\/em>

I am in the dream again. And it is not the earth
That sustains my stride \u2013 but the unknown,
Where time has congealed, where the moment is a name,
And every intake of breath is an act of exile.

Before me \u2013 a garden of fractures:
Black trees \u2013 the embodiment of grief,
And their leaves whispered to the traumas
That I had left her \u2013 as a bitter regret.

She sat amidst the wind,
Clad in white \u2013 not for the taking of vows,
But for the granting of forgiveness. Her face \u2013
Nothing but silence, absolute and unburdened.

\u201cWhy do you come to me again?\u201d
She whispered, without meeting my gaze.
\u201cWhen in the days of my boundlessness,
You chose another \u2013 wicked and translucent?\u201d

I became the echo of my own nights,
Where hot blood serves as the only currency of debt.
\u201cI did not seek,\u201d I said, \u201cbut within her,
I found not myself. Only the hollow of loss.\u201d

\u201cForgive me \u2013 and curse me,
But grant me one final look\u2026\u201d<\/em>

SHE:
You possessed me as the wind possesses
The spring flower on the edge of the abyss.
You thought: I will vanish \u2013 and you will not become used
To praying to the heavens in the silence of the mute?

I:
I was not a god, but a mere hesitation,
I did not hold \u2013 I did not arrive.
And your faith, like a tightening cord,
Held me bound, stripped of all artifice.

SHE:
Then who are you, my sickly shadow?
A lover? A traitor? Or a poet?
If you were walking away \u2013 why do you mourn?
And why drag your heart into another dimension?

I:
Because I am within you \u2013 like breath in the fields.
Because I am within you \u2013 without the possibility of return.
And every day \u2013 is a slow, agonizing
Expiation of my own forgetting.

\u201cHe who awakens \u2013 is he who repents.
Yet not all reach the end\u2026\u201d<\/em>

I opened my eyes. Everything was mute.
In the room \u2013 the stained glass of the wind.
But her face remained standing
In the air \u2013 as if poised on the threshold.

Neither scream nor tears shall erase
That which burned in the silence of the dream.
For a dream is not a fabrication, but the essence,
That scorches the soul \u2013 like a verse composed in fire.

\u201cNot all are given the grace to reach the temple \u2013
Some expire upon the threshold\u2026\u201d<\/em>

I rose. Not a body \u2013 but a shell.
Not a day \u2013 but a black void.
My hand \u2013 not for control,
But for the cross that carries the weight of the shadow.

I walked not toward her forgiveness \u2013
But toward oblivion, as if toward the dawn.
In every stone \u2013 the echo remains
Of those words I never dared to speak.

I need no mountain atonements,
For my sin was not in that guilt.
But in the fact that I could not grasp
When she was still appearing\u2026 in my dreams.

The world had not changed. Only within my chest
Something extinguished \u2013 quietly, like a spent fire.
I smiled, as if in the moment of death,
I finally heard her say \u201cfarewell.\u201d

\u201cI was a poet \u2013 but without the word.
I was a lover \u2013 without love.
I was alive \u2013 but never managed
To learn how one lives without dreams.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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