The fogs of incertitude
are ready to engulf life,
where are the signs of land
to swim across this strife?
In the dark of cosmos
you are a bright star,
yet you shy from the light
and drift away so far.
Dwelling on your thought
strums strings of my heart,
lost in the music so serene
I drift into a melodious dream.
To realise such dream
is the advice of the wise,
the idea makes the stars
twinkle in my eyes.
Far on the morning horizon
I see the solar shine,
and the colours of hope
on the cloud nine.
I am alive again and ecstatic
this is a subtle sign,
it seems the love weaves
the magic divine.