Even the rainbow fades
Even the rainbow fades
By Bianca Hănescu
Even the rainbow fades, gradually, softly,
With its hues torn from the sonnet of dying springs,
Melting eerily into the evening gloom.
The arc of dreams that promised a world out of nomadic tales
Now disintegrates into inhuman forms...
The bridge, once inclined towards a world full of vain,
hopes, and secrets woven from bitter clashes,
Gently descends from the height of the sky
Like a phoenix bird learning for the thousandth time the secret of flight
And plunges unrestrained, deceptively,
Into the depths of an unexpectedly refreshing abyss.
I've reached the end of the royal rainbow...
And what is left to admire, to see?
It's pitch black darkness, extraordinary...
Colors slipping away gently without even letting you feel them;
The adored noonday dreams turning into barren earth, avoided
even by the fiercest thorns.
At the end of this allegorical road, you discover a fistful of fog,
A shrine for everything that pure terror entails.
The rainbow, however, is the illusion of a faded heart,
Quickly dissipates into a night-claimed sea;
Yet we persist, with turbulent thoughts,
Accompanied by immeasurable howls.
The light greets you again,
But you continue to swim aimlessly through the thick darkness,
Without considering the treasure waiting for you at the bas-relief;
You'd like to discover a praised king or perhaps a graceful fairy,
But you settle, sighing, with the chosen ruling terror, anguish…
The darkness of your mind plunges into an ocean of vague pain,
The ideal accompaniment for any rare swan...
In an apocalyptic finale,
In the absence of sacred light and pearly hues,
Understandable truths are born from late shadows.
In this frozen cave,
I look disappointed at an unreal world,
Wondering with tears streaming slowly
If the lights will ever appear again on this path…
For in the pitch-black landscape, the curtains fall before the macabre scene,
Of longing, of sorrow, of a child's lulling sigh...
Promising to search for new meanings,
As if life could still be a serene competition of demons.
Above the phantasmatic rainbow stars slide,
Watching over the dew drops;
And we, mortals, still cherish dreams mutilated by an iron desire,
To discover beauty, as opposed to the aimless ephemeral.
Under the dense night blanket, nightmares embody dreams,
A symphony of shadows waltzing without fail,
While the rainbow weeps colors of fantasies,
Reddish and vivid...
Knowing the profound significance of inert, bluish whispers.
On the sky crowded by catastrophic black, one day will rise,
Between rain and sun...
An infinite rainbow, imbued with a new color,
Crowned with magical vows of stoic modesty.
But until the new miracle arrives, dimly lit,
We will replace the oppressive silence and healing suffering
With the light of the conquering darkness,
Alongside the protective god's power and fading sadness…
