Eons prior to your creation, the sun charted the heaven; Son of Pisces
Neptune unravels its secrets, invisible no longer
Like aquamarine; your eyes glisten, mirroring your soul.
Frivolous, yet compassionate. You love like a martyr
Prideful, like the Braveheart. Yours is a torn, pervicacious spirit
Ardent, like the scorpion, revering in the illusion of life,
Seen and unseen.
Your feet long to leave its prints, voyaging through unassailable foreign dimensions
Your sentient visions splurge in daylight
Innovative, like the mind of the water bearer.
As sure as the tide ebbs and wanes;
Son of Pisces
You were meant to be who you are.