Bewildered picturesque of times
Well-crafted beyond its beauty
To more existence
Constellations recreate
towards human to human
Humbly accepted love,
fate, or destiny you called
No question
No reason
but far as many reasons
to uttered; made me speechless
Between dreams we yearn
A hundred octave of stars,
Peripheral views of the galaxy,
Compartment metaphors
of the Universe
And other spaces that,
Defined by the platonic
rule of our fantasy.
As truly, we engaged ourself
to one infinite
purest**   *dream of an epitome.