The Song of the Abyss

In the quiet of a darkened depth, Where the dreams of pools and drifts beneath, Lucid waters swirl, without a breath, Carrying shadows, whispers of grief.

With glassy charm, they pull the soul, Each glimmer promising solitude’s grace, Yet in their depth lies the unseen goal: The eternal riddle of a timeless place.

O heart, release thy burdened fears, Abandon hopes that swirl and sway, For in the water’s embrace, through years, You’ll find what’s lost, what can’t decay.

Listen—there is a song out there, Of depths that hum a sunken lore, A hymn to echo in silence rare, Of shadows gilded, wisdom’s core.

• Valery Briussov