Astrologist's Diaries

( A charming Galaxy  )

Raise me, make me classy

make me one of the stars ..

when I am with you

I am flying above Mars

Give me a kind dart

and find me disjointed happily

in your hands as bars

A charming galaxy by me

greater than faked avatars

What I name it ?

luxury way, hazel eye

super-Mona or endless briars

I saw in you all nations

my ancestors, my bazaars

I saw the power of God

sinful history, and love altars

shall I call it cheek-pool

or sweety molars ?

I'll prevent anyone from reaching there

I am preparing a guaranteed cellars

so beware from my hunger my anger
For you, I am wilder than Jaguars

Crabbing, biting, smacking
and confronting bravest Cougars
For I found life in there
gravity, recovery and best shelters

Simply, you shone
and changed all my calendars
You luxuriously winked
and left uncounted love beggars

Beside you, I swear
I smelled the best attars
Without you, I insist
I do not leave my guitars

The moon has been shy

and he said: I can not stay

he said: you're the symbol of beauty

and you can charm anyone astray

what all links me with you that

we both light for the one who lost away

we both make nights long

without us gasping is play

The planets objected
they wanted you over sun
not joking, not having fun
but they saw a very clear stun
and eagerly round you spun

clinging, sticking by you
to guarantee your endless light
and they'll never shun ..

For me, you're my hun
You're the only one
who taught me how to create a fair pun ..

Stunning,

making everything but you dark

the most shining of shinings

hoped a little spark

I saw clouds approaching

told them to back

I don't need showers

My soul is back

Darling,

Do you know,

How am I without you ?

I cover all deserts barely crawling

Without end, without start

holding a great patience

in an exhausted heart

gasping, sweating

and sobbing your dart

hoping you .. and I remember

may this be relieved

with the words art ..

So give down mercy,

for you're the owner, the donor

the raiser,  the doer

Beside you, I swear
I smelled the best attars
Without you, I insist
I do not leave my guitars