The Fount of Fantasts

Lass, kneeling by the spring of life,
which pours into a shoreless water expanse,
has beheld its transcience in her mirroring,
whence ire over it has aroused.

On the site of olden necropolises
she could no longer live without cause,
give herself to a mere existence,
with dolor in her heart for all that's within reach,
and yet unreachable to her.

With no faith in "take what you can"
but in the perpetuity of ideas, the magic concretized in the miracle of life;
there's yet another "carpe diem", a dream come alive,
the consciousness of which she's always carried deep inside!

Precious moments in multitudes have surely fled from her,
washed away with tears into the murky waters of a lake,
while she, fully present in others, would
from their golden glitter
raise her inner sanctum of bliss.

The Fount of Fantasts © Ladanseuse
English translation of "Zřídlo snivců" dated 30. 10. 2025,
based on an undated Czech prozaic prose poetized, named, and published on 25. 10. 2025