Your spirit, a vast and moon-pulled sea,

A hidden world where secret feelings flow.

You feel the tides of all that cannot be,

The deepest truths that only dreamers know.

A gentle touch, a soul both kind and wise,

With phantom currents running far below.

You see the world through empathetic eyes,

Where every hidden sorrow finds its glow.

You walk the line where fantasy takes form,

A mystic bridge ‘tween waking life and sleep.

Your intuition, weathering the storm,

A promise that your heart will always keep.

You paint your life with strokes of intuition,

A canvas washed in shades of blue and gray.

You navigate by inner, quiet vision,

And find the magic in the everyday.

Not quite of earth, you shimmer like a star,

A soul that’s touched by something pure and old.

You sense the scars that others try to bar,

And offer solace, gentle, brave, and bold.

So swim on, Pisces, through the cosmic stream,

Your heart a lighthouse, casting hopeful beams.

You are the artist of the grandest scheme,

The keeper of the Zodiac's most tender dreams.