I was born of the night under the third star
I was the product of a wish, a kiss and some hope
I was born again into a new world where my eyes were opened,
slowly and all at once the light came rushing in.
The sensations of emotion filled each; atom and
particle that drifted past, surrounded me or caressed me.
The memory of your smell revived a static heart
and set into motion some kind of fate,
and destiny that lay dormant and intertwined.
And of the night I can now see clearly
For in the night I was awoken.