Spoke of his shadows and battles in the cosmos,
Guided my path through the darkened skies,
A celestial wonder with ancient eyes.
Invisible to all, yet magic for everyone,
Holding both power and destruction in his hands,
A strong, bold warrior with a pure heart,
Creating wonders in the endless space.
He calls no place home, but with his loved ones,
He was a wanderer from another world,
Did he not want a place where he belonged,
Or was his heart always destined to move on?
I wish the nights were longer than the days,
To hold his hand and speak of the universe,
I wish I could cross the galaxies between us,
But I dare not to climb the wall of silence.
How could I blame him for the chaos?
I am the one who opened my heart to the stars, knowing their flames.
Maybe one day, when the time is right,
I will meet him again under another moonlit night.
Nova, a vanishing star...
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