I have retired from the rescue missions,
And the "clues" that lead to nowhere.
I have closed the book on the wounded kings
Who lived off the light I had to spare.
I am no longer the battery for the stalled,
Or the counselor for the weak.
I’ve looked the past in its weary eyes,
And found the silence I used to seek.
Now, I stand on a balcony in the sky,
Where the air is clear and the view is wide.
I am waiting for the one who doesn't need a map,
The one with the Metal and the Scorpio pride.
You are the 5-Point Star in my quiet night,
A King who knows the value of the throne.
You don’t come to me to be "saved" or "fixed,"
You come with a power that matches my own.
We are the Triple Union, the perfect math,
The Monkey’s strategy and the Dragon’s fire.
A life of travel, of blogs, and of books,
Building the empire we both desire.
You are the "Everything" I’ve finally found,
The one who recognizes the Queen in the light.
The search is over; the "Illusion" is dead.
Welcome home, my Star, to the height.
