Dear Ocean,
I write to you, first apologizing.
You know the distance, you know the time,
You know everything, as I’ve nothing to hide.
Our world, so open and yet so far,
I dreamt of a tomorrow where your sublime waves
And my ablazing light could never be apart.
But now I know the naivety in thought—
Our woven fate and destined time—
And how solemn I became upon understanding
That indeed, our paths could never align.

Dear Star,
I write to you, expressing all of my love.
You know my heart, and I know your light,
You know everything, as I’ve nothing to hide.
Why are you so solemn for the times gone?
Losing your light over inexorable thoughts,
I’m just sated to bask in your light
And wait for you the whole night.
I remember the naive dreams we had,
But centuries late, I finally understand
The serenity of basking in your light.
And still, you say our paths don’t align.
          
                                           ~Enviara