Sorana Salomeia
A vision
A vision,
No matter how
powerful
It might be,
Is always asleep
Inside a forgotten
tomb
Until it is found
And awoken back to
life
By a small,
insignificant crumb
That gives it
essence.
The moment and
The vision
Are lost
Forever
In your will
Not to meet them
Again;
And therefore
It is
harder and harder
To find your own
self
In the ocean of
existence.
- SORANA
Dear
silence
Gentle silence,
Healing balm for all tormented souls,
You are the unique sound of velvet slumber
Whose gracious presence never ceases to comfort
Even the most troubled senses
That bring insomnia in the core of heavy tiredness.
Your sweet nectar,
Desired by all tender hearts,
Awakens comforting sensations
Of peacefulness
In the middle of the most violent tempests.
Your mute voice,
Dear silence,
Is the magic sound that caresses
All the painful noise and tumult
With the finest veils of calm.
Sweet silence,
The sweetest of all sensations,
You put all anxiety to eternal rest
And invite the soothing breeze of sleep
To come and dance
Among the wrecks of what once was
The cold and restless realm of living.
- SORANA