Whole-becoming

 I'm assembling shards of the serene and felicitous of a shattered glass,
the inner river of ache and melancholia is fed by many an influx;
it's like obtaining nourishment that'll not appease the famine of my heart,
longing to procure a cure for my soul's agony in a wavy dance's expansion;
if only the grievous would perish and the auspicious live –
if I knew, would I be shedding my tears?

I am an alchemist of dreams, you see,
the dark into light transmogrified would be my desire,
and yet, I might close my eyes,
let the night be a night, lost in reverie 'n'...
awakened in the morn's embrace.

If the other's like no other,
the tale of dew ray-lit at dawn can be told;
whatever I carry within, 
the other half mayn't make me weep but bring me laughter.

To such a one give my heart
who is here for me constantly,
not wishing to lose me,
aiding me in my flight up in the sky,
for fancying me overly like I do him or her.

Give my all to such a one only
who gives growth to love,
who leaves behind the smile of a beating heart
'n' the warmth of a hug that won't let go once given,
having left traces of a creator in the infinity of time on Earth.

Whole-becoming © Ladanseuse
English translation of Zcelistvění dated 11. 10. 2025,
based on the Czech concept published on 10. 10. 2025.