darkness shan't swallow you –
if darkness is a far cry from you;
and light shan't blind you, neither shall the sun scorch you –
if you are the glowing shine of the sun.
In the ghostlike world
your dreams are being woven in cobwebs of life –
no, these are no air castles,
this is a faceless stone;
those burning sands know no feeling,
even if washed away by rain,
even if blown away by the wind
– but you, you are a life!
And if you are a life, why are you silent?
In the blind world of fumbling hands –
a gem in the dunes,
a temple hidden in the depths
– with no trace of existence
drowning in its sleep;
you have been engraved by eternity, prophet –
and yet you are not,
you do not exist,
you are but a dream,
a dream of mornings, a dream of nights...
Who are you? Where are you?
When you are, and yet you are not...
The Ghostlike World in Cobwebs of Life © Ladanseuse
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