Come to me today, in our ephemeral realm

Come to me today, in our ephemeral realm, Where time flows like honey and shadows dance on walls of ether, I will free you from the cage of thoughts, from the chains of the heavy past, And you will fly, magical bird, towards the ever-shining sun. My thoughts pour out like an endless river, flowing through the labyrinth of memory, Memories melt in the morning mist, leaving behind only echoes of pain, I won't be there to see your flight, but my prayers will silently accompany you, Unspoken words floating in the wind, whispering hopes for an unknown future. Never again will you turn your gaze towards me, I know too well, The craters of your soul will fill with new stars, bright and divine, You will bless others who pray for you, on starry nights, And I, a sinner, will remain in the shadows, unworthy of these winged prayers. Come to me today, in our realm lost in time, I will free you from the prison of the past, from memory's labyrinth, Soon you will forget the long nights, full of whispers and sighs, And you will find a new, better realm, far from me. I won't bother you with questions, but I will always wonder, Why and how was I not one of your stars, God? The world told me you are lost, wandering in the mist of distance, And your heart has grown cold, becoming a fortress of loneliness. I burned myself, a living flame, to offer you the desired warmth, A silent sacrifice for your happiness, unrequited love, Come to me today, in our realm, now just a memory, I will make everything that was disappear, making room for a new creation. I will watch you smiling, with every growing orbit in the universe, The planets will surrender to your beauty, in a diverse dance, The mad scene of this cosmic game will unfold before my eyes, As the sun embraces me in its flames, burning all that is mine. Lucky you will be, reaching the sun, healthy and surrounded by others, And I, through a cosmic coincidence, will be there, but only in parts, Fragments of what you once knew, scattered in the solar wind, A shadow of what I was, an echo of love, an ephemeral dream.