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.