Son of Pisces

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.