I will keep this simple, like our stars,
And I will provide you the scope to the horror,
Maybe the scope to our heart,
My constellation shaped up an ocean for me to breathe,
Deep, blue as if the sky was my land,
And the world was left with an infinite depth,
I was left alone to swim, seek and find.
I was blinded by my thoughts that resonated in my mind,
Hoping they will recon an idea in the space,
Hoping that the stars will recover the creation of my faith.
And then, after sixteen years of wondering in the ocean,
The space revolved around as music creating magic,
The magic that shaped you through the notes,
A fairy that could oscillated with me in the empty space,
I remained my blue after your wings,
The wings that could take me to the real sky,
You were the creation that helped me realize,
The vivid sense of magic hidden beneath the eye.
I hope you know my name, I am the marine of the night,
That called out for the day,
The stars, they planned our scars,
The formations that lead to rain,
And when the time comes,
The lullaby shall renovate showering a vision of reality from the opaque,
With the onset of another day,
We will fly away.