Echoes Of The Oneiric Forest Poem by Josue April

In the silent murmur of disturbing voices, the echoes that disturb the wellbeing awaken. Wandering footsteps dance with each rumble, while floating souls shape their tattoos in the mouth of the wind.

Ancestral roots, like sacred pyramids, weave houses for a new life project. They work together, alive, dancing on the edge of the abyss, thirsty for life, love and wellbeing.

But, in this ethereal dance, they provoke an accident in time. By forging their destiny in this way, they shorten the road to the longed-for bliss.

Humans and dream creatures coexist on the same divine plane. Untouchable beings, only contemplated, only sniffed in the longings of a restless heart.

They all walk, in a sway of life and death, changing at every step, but never giving up. Some perish in sleepless nights, others in deep dreams. The balance of existence flows like a divine river, shaking the foundations of the soul.

Thus, the eternal cycle is broken, a puzzle of intertwined feelings. Thirsty for meaning, he seeks to decipher the eternal enigma, in the ethereal dance of life and death.