A cosmic retreat,
the galaxy speaks,
the Will of a universe,
developed a Feat.
Growth does inhabit,
no person does say,
belief should be innocent,
production too neigh!!
The knot was created,
solution presents,
an equal with lyrics,
delivered strange sense.
Postcards?
The crops of the verse,
watered by thought,
condemned for the message,
although it seems plot.
The story turned treasure,
burned in past hymn,
thinking was abstract,
attraction showed mend.
In depth of a star,
the tones became notes,
the banter a rhythm,
a rhyme in just soaked.
Originally written,
no history of loved,
produced only smitten,
by what seemed a tug.
The Quest of a Journey,
to find Ancient facts,
the accident provided,
an arrow exact!!
The Singer, now Songs,
I stare at belonged,
Moon Landing delivered,
the very same wrong.
