As to every moment you draw near me, a sporadic mystical event, left me in overawe of you and your conflagrant hue as you trail across me, I see how glorious you ought to be; how a great voyage you are on and how I am of other kind, not of your own; how we were never to collide, nor a glimpse of me in your memory 'twas never to provide a hunch of who I am Perhaps, this is how it should be For a moon has her sun and a comet has his journey And the moon is to eclipse with her sun and the comet has to go with his journey Thus, I shall cut this heartstring, and swim out of this drowning sea of dreams and delusions and breath the reality back in Yet I will forever and always be, an admirer of your beauty; and maybe, in another time, you might catch a glimpse of me covered in blanket of darkness, accompanied by myriad stars, You will see me, I know you will But you will never recognize me for and with my eternal mediocrity