A board this sidereal symphony

allow me to lift off to a just Nebula;

the poetic astral journey of my idylls

to evoke the cosmos in your honest eyes.

With this astronomical neon chisel

let me carve in the void that words inhabit

the glinting warmth of your sight;

to echo over this cosmic night

the spinning satellites of my idolatry;

My gentle beauty, my love.

 

Aboard this Aquarius awakening

like a galactic explorer

riding a comet’s burning hair,

I seek with open palms the poetry of your light.

I head towards a Zodiac station

to reach the galaxy of affections

starring in your clear eyes.

Harmony with sepia shades for a calm verse;

exhaling the inspiration of your essence

like harvesting joy from the sun.

Gravitational urgency of living

to orbit the universal dawn of your glance.

Gentle beauty of chestnuts stars

dawning tenderness behind morning eyes.

Rosy as a lethargic kiss

blooming in the banks of a sunrise;

rosy as a sigh that disguised as verse

wants to be the caress

that touches your soul.

My gentle beauty, my love.