In the sea of your reverie lies my fantasy,
a whisper in the waves, where the soul opened up.
It is the irony of a destiny,
to be lost and found, on the same path.
The sun rocks its ray on the golden horizon,
each wave that peeps out carries a silent secret.
You, wandering star, light that guides me,
I search for you in the shadows, with the breeze and mine.
I find myself in your arms, like a boat adrift,
the currents of desire carry us to life.
You are the gentle wave that carries my sorrow,
while the moon watches, serene and full.
In the sea of your reverie, every tear is laughter,
the storms are extinguished when you smile at me.
It's the irony of a love that never forgets,
an eternal wave, in my heart nests.