An ancient creation of archetypes appears,
through a contraption of archaic mirrors.
Within I see a spirit that's glowing,
at glance I can see the flowings outgoing.
My heart trembles deeply to think such a notion,
that inside your eyes is a most magic potion.
For you my mind is wild, yet tame,
knowing in time I'll escape from this game.
As I lie in the dark of this brightly lit room,
my eyes fall upon the shadow of moon.
In the spaces between the stars and the sky,
I notice a beauty quickly catching my eye.
More alluring to me than the vast sea herself,
lies a girl hidden sofly underneath the night's belt.
Is this a real sight? Is it true in the light?
Or could it be I am simply lost in the night?
I ask myself if my vision is simply imaginative,
realizing the truth is so close to compasionative.
Considering what has been said and been done,
I follow the stars in search of
the one.
