The Ghostlike World in Cobwebs of Life

 So arise,

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

Transl. Přízračný svět v pavučinách života