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.
	A 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.