The works of a poet

Scream little lion heart
My little king
Twinkle so bright
In the night sky
All alone, you had to suffer
You begged, you pleaded
But no one came to you
till the waters had long
taken you in their embrace
My star I see you every night
when you twinkle back at me as you had done in life
when I had stared across the waves of people
Into your storm grey eyes
you’d always be there with me,
candlelight in hand
Lighting my way as you still do now,
My love, my heart, my soul
I await the moment when I meet you again
Till then I shall sit here infront of the waves,
while you watch over me