The fogs of incertitude
are ready to engulf life,
where are the signs of land
to swim across this strife?
In the dark of the 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 a dream
is the advice of the wise.
This idea makes the stars
twinkle in my eyes.
Far on the morning horizon,
I see the solar shine
and the colours of hope
reflecting on cloud nine.
I feel alive and ecstatic,
this is a subtle sign.
It seems to me that love
weaves a magic divine.