Distance To the Starry Shore

At the horizon, where soil and sky meet,

In love, where you and I fuse together.

In the illusion of ourselves, a world unfolds,

In bliss, where time ceases.

Our breath becomes a poem, inviting spring's arrival,

As we swing like nightingales in the cradle of love's song.

You are the form of my imagination, the light of my life, the boon of my smiles.

You've become the music of the air, the nectar of flowers, a debt from past lives.

Desires and promises merge within each breath,

Where yesterday and tomorrow coexist within today's presence.

Let everyone read of this truth, as a story passed down through generations.

Let them immerse themselves in dreams, imagining this story to be true.

The velocity of travelling to a different world, chasing us, intensifies the trance.

Let's not inquire of anyone about the distance to the starry shore.