A Dialogue With The Stars

Ardent starshine upon my face,
 the monumental nightsky reveal its torches.
 Unaltered for aeons, yet zestful they''re flaming
 like ornamental diamonds.
 In my telescopes focus, a striding light
 conjure me fixedly.
 Oh, what a colourful drama,
 what a theatrical performance.

 These myriads of stars
 enchants me with their oddity.
 At cosmos entrance hall,
 where time and space units in a charade.
 Under crimson flares I watch
 the tempest of the universe.
 In dark artistry,
 I lionize the splendorous glare.

 An unearthly voice of euphony
 express itself in an ancient tongue.
 Its elocution is based on silence,
 so it pulsates through the five senses.
 It''s like a poem of wisdom and wizardry
 navigating through the world.
 legacy from nebulas,
 an endless mystic conversation.

 These myriads of stars
 enchants me with their oddity.
 At cosmos entrance hall,
 where time and space units in a charade.
 Under crimson flares I watch
 the tempest of the universe.
 In dark artistry,
 I lionize the splendorous glare.

 Now clouds gather at a distant skyline
 to cover the firmament.
 Rays are fading in a metamorphosis
 of the blazing weave above.

 These myriads of stars
 enchants me with their oddity.
 At cosmos entrance hall,
 where time and space units in a charade.
 Under crimson flares I watch
 the tempest of the universe.
 In dark artistry,
 I lionize the splendorous glare.

 26 years have past since it first
 called my name.
 And when I''m dead, this piece of
 jewellery will still remain.