Under the velvet shroud of night, when stars begin their ancient dance

Under the velvet shroud of night, when stars begin their ancient dance, I see myself as a colossal fiery comet, a mystic shooting star, A blazing marvel that slices through the melancholic firmament, Everyone pauses, fingers pointing to the sky, whispering in reverence: "Oh, behold! " In this boundless abyss of shadows and endless dreams, I hide within my flames desires and fervent hopes, Each ray a whisper of untold stories, a daring dream, A light burning with the timeless passion of undying love. For a fleeting moment, I shimmer, wrapped in the enigmatic embrace of the night, Dividing the sky with my radiant passage, beyond the grasp of time, Leaving a piece of my gentle longing in the heart of each soul, A touch of magic, to remain forever in their cherished memories. I graze the earth's shadow with a dazzling caress of light, Aware that my moment is ephemeral, yet steeped in unparalleled beauty, And they gaze at me, enchanted and spellbound, a sublime, cryptic spectacle, A short-lived miracle filling their hearts with silent longing. Yet here I am, once more, in my fiery flight through eternity, Leaving behind a trail of dreams and melted hopes, For passing only briefly, they shall never see me the same again... Still, etched deeply in their memories, they will never forget. As I disappear into the serene vastness of the night, a solitary silver enigma, I leave my traces as an unspoken vow of endless love, A promise of return in their thoughts, a timeless breeze, A song of the shooting star resonating sweetly and uniquely, beyond time. I, a living comet hurled into the mystic and eternal realm, Conclude my tale with a grand and sacred blaze, Remaining an eternal metaphor of mystical, incomparable love, Forgotten before being seen again, but risen in all hearts, forevermore.