Northern ligths

Sometimes I would like to be your star, your Venus this way to be able to guide up to the supreme happiness showing you the way about happy days, full of safety and confidence in you itself.
But often the distance overcomes it out of my desires and only you are reached by someone of my superfluous beams.
North and south joined by anything that neither measures up, does not even fit in any place. Different languages joined by the similar one, different sounds from different horizons, but always the same moon and the same Sun that they you allow me to whisper from the distance, the distance of the small points that shine in the distance, that I will be your star, your Venus providing that you want.

To Atenea and Basileia, for being the stars, mi northern ligths