“One must follow his guiding star” – Slovenian Proverb

It can no longer be just a sunrise.
It has grown from being a metaphor
Into something that’s infinitely more.
It has become your symbol in the skies.

Every morning the light will pierce my eyes.
It will burn an image of you in my heart.
It will always be you at the day’s start.
Thoughts of you will never be a surprise.

A stellar reminder of our own highs.
Such wonderful and enchanting laughter.
An event where a princess is named after.
A silent smile yet with deafening sighs.

It’s a tombstone for my daily demise.
As every sunrise, a part of me dies.