The fourth astral being

In the tapestry of stars
Cancerians weave dreams.
Under the Madagascar moon
they find their refuge.
The sea, a mirror of their deep soul,
reveals secrets in every wave that flows.
 
They build castles in the sand,
not to last,
but to remember everything is ephemeral,
like one tide and another.
With every grain of sand
they tell life stories.
Stories that the wind takes
but that the heart reads.
 
Cancerians,
with full tide eyes,
see beyond the horizon
where the future hides.
Embrace loneliness
like an old friend.
 
On a deserted beach
where the thought
It's a deep abyss.
Night falls
and the stars shine brighter
like headlights
for the navigators of the zodiac.
 
Cancerians,
guardians of water memories,
rest on the sand,
while the night whispers
secrets in the ears
through shells.