ARCANE

In the sky of bright stars and heaven of delight
while the moon is cradling upon its own dim light
due to the brightness of my own sincerity
i wanted to give this lovely poem unto thee

we are the voyage in the middle of this sea
however, we've lost the map of our destiny
so we must climb the top of that mountain with glee
to reach the copious golden jar of mystery

when the cold dark night comes over very sad
my poem will be the flame to fill your heart with glad
i'll try to catch all the sparkling falling stars
hold it tight and pour it inside the golden jar

if those thick black clouds covered the light of our way
we can stop for a while and wait another day
now while we are lying under this blooming tree
let the wind from the jar tell the unseen story
the golden jar is the heart of this mystery
and it is hidden perfectly with in this poetry