Within the shard of dreams, we wander, with the wing of time

Within the shard of dreams, we wander, with the wing of time, Penetrated by the mystery and alchemy of existence, The glitter of a lone star pierces through the darkness, For us both, steering us through a clear sky. Our resolve lies in manipulating with our hands the immaterial quill of fate, Declaring our yearning in a whispered dream, Waiting, impatient and hopeful, in the space between infinite and finite, Come, let us embrace the moment descending into our world drowned in desire and sigh. Beside shadows, we run towards the future, hand in hand, But they evaporate at the first flicker of divine light, Born again, in our hearts, in the light of first love, Like a wondrous flower from the ashes of substantial epochs. Thus, our destiny is like a divine four-leaf clover, No matter how it bombards us with trials and wars, We are interconnected, we two, like divine flora and the ground, You, the ethereal woman, and I, the man of the earth. I, and the shadow bearing your likeness and soul, Guardians of sleep under the same mystical moon, Our steps upon nature's bedding, Imprinting the scent of acacia and lilac into hearts and memories. I let your shadow pass through the gate towards the cosmos, on a free stroll, And I will sing to you under the canopy of stars, Asking for divine brilliance to transform your shadow into a ray of light, To illuminate my joyful quest in the morning when I find you again. With twin rainbows and a treasure of gems, I will open my arms, ready to receive you, I will no longer allow you to be lost on the tangled paths of guidance absence, The inflamed love that binds us will conquer new heights and will open new gates.