This collection is a sincere attempt to reach out to someone whose name remains unknown, but whose presence is already felt. It contains twenty poems, each a bridge across space and time, created for encounter. May these lines find their recipient and speak of their innermost being.<\/p>\n
\nYour shadow flickered in the distance, our eyes hadn't yet met. But my heart beats in the silence, as if whispering: "Here comes the storm!" I don't know the name, I don't know the years, only a vague image in my head. You are my still-unclear light, dreaming in the pre-dawn grass.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nA passerby from my dreams<\/h2>\n
\nYou flashed by like a dream, leaving a mark on my soul. And a strange preconception that we would meet again. In the crowd of faces, fleeting glances, I search for familiar features. Amidst thousands of everyday rituals, all I lack is a dream. Let this be just the beginning, the invisible thread of fate. So that the heart never tires of believing in an unexpected gift from the depths.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAn unfamiliar silhouette<\/h2>\n
\nYour silhouette in the misty haze, Like the promise of dawn. I wait for you in a secret photograph, Not knowing where you wander in the summer. In my poems you come to life, Hero of unwritten pages. And you yourself don't understand, That you are free of boundaries.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe beating of a heart in silence<\/h2>\n
\nMy anxious silence, in it the quiet beating of my heart can be heard. As if it awaits confession from the most tender, warm hands. You are somewhere, I know it. I search for you among people. I do not hide my dreams of meeting you, in the flow of gloomy rains.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe Riddle of the Counter Gaze<\/h2>\n
\nPerhaps I'll meet you on the avenue, Or in a caf\u00e9 smelling of coffee. Your gaze, like a sunny aspect, Will dispel all my verses. I'll read hundreds of secrets in it, I'll learn what I've dreamed of. Amid the bustling, noisy flocks, I've been anticipating this meeting. Let there be a moment, even a brief one, When our gazes coincide. And this small spring Will fill my soul with a waterfall.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nA name that is still silent<\/h2>\n
\nYour name still sleeps, It has not escaped my lips. But my heart already tells me That you are one of them. I wait for you, my unknown one, Among countless roads. My world is still unknown, But your gentle threshold awaits.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nEcho in the labyrinth of days<\/h2>\n
\nI hear the echo of your footsteps in the labyrinth of my days. Among unfulfilled worlds, you have become my dream, stronger than ever. Invisible, yet palpable, you are near, as if half asleep. My most tender, my most elusive, you are my dawn in my window.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nLetter without an address<\/h2>\n
\nI'm writing you a letter, without an address, without stamps. In it are my every mark: love, hopes, and bright arches. Let the wind carry the words that are hidden in my poems. Let the blue sky catch them, dispelling the pain, dispelling the fear. And you will read between my lines everything that my heart holds so dear. One in a million, who stands in my silence.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMelody for two<\/h2>\n
\nThere's a melody within me, waiting for a second voice. It resounds deep within, as if there's a line within it. For the two of us, for our souls, so that they merge in unison. Let a spring shower wash away sadness, and let our lights meet.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nPremonition of a meeting<\/h2>\n
\nI feel that soon you will enter my world like a new day. And my flowers will bloom, dispelling the gloomy shadow. A premonition calls me forward, like a lighthouse in the dark distance. And my heart tenderly sings a song that you and I are not alone.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSilent dialogue<\/h2>\n
\nI have a silent dialogue with you every hour. And each of my invisible syllables is meant only for us. I build a bridge from silence, from words I never spoke. May our dreams come true, like in a fairy tale where love blossomed.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nBeyond the ordinary<\/h2>\n
\nYou exist beyond the familiar, gray, boring days. Like a ghost or a delusion, you have become my star, clearer. I see a glance in the crowd of passersby, a movement of hands, a familiar gesture. You are unlike everyone else, you are my invisible protest. Against despondency and boredom, against faceless vanities. All hands are extended to you, in my cherished dreams.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe Unknown Hero<\/h2>\n
\nYou are my unwritten hero, Walking through fog and rain. I wait for you, my dear, And I know that someday you will come. My world is filled with you, Even though you are still far away. I believe that you are somewhere here, My tender, sincere flower.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nGuiding star<\/h2>\n
\nYou have become my guiding star, though invisible. In the cold, carefree night, I follow it, after you. Your light calls me forward, through all obstacles and years. And my heart joyfully sings that you are with me forever.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nWaiting for a miracle<\/h2>\n
\nI wait for you, as if this whole gloomy autumn is waiting for a miracle. And I know that one day you will knock on my door, casting aside all doubt and fear, and bringing with you the dawn. In your shining eyes I will read my answer. Let this moment be like a dream, like a fairy tale come true. It will dispel the groan of sorrow, filling my soul with tender truth.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMy invisible interlocutor<\/h2>\n
\nI talk to you in my dreams, in my reveries and in reality. I hear your voice in the silence, and this is the only thing I live for. My invisible companion, you have become closer to me than anyone. You are my cherished companion, my world is filled only with you.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nPainted portrait<\/h2>\n
\nI will paint your portrait in my poems, stanza by stanza. Your tender gaze, your silhouette, everything that has become my destiny. Let every stroke tell how much I long for your unseen eyes, and how proud I am of this meeting.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nOpen heart<\/h2>\n
\nMy open heart flies so eagerly towards you. It holds a door to happiness, which burns for you alone. I'm not afraid to be frank, because you will understand, I know for sure. With my selfless soul I await you, my dear. May these lines, like a plea, reach your depths. My difficult fate awaits the most sincere lights.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nReflection in the clouds<\/h2>\n
\nI see your image in the clouds, As if a sign from heaven is flying. In my unfulfilled dreams, You soar there like an angel. I feel your breath, Though you are far away, not nearby. I love you with all my soul, This whole life is good news.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nTowards the future<\/h2>\n
\nI'm heading towards the future, where you and I will meet again. My only one, calling, my unexpected love. Let this journey not be long, and soon we will meet. My dear, my so timid, my cherished destiny.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"This collection is a sincere attempt to reach out to someone whose name is not yet known, but whose presence is already felt. Collected here are<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1640","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1640","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1640"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1640\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":175104,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1640\/revisions\/175104"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1640"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1640"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1640"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}