I wish the cosmos of our concealed hearts
reinstate to form a parallel galaxy of
thousand intellectual thoughts.
I wish the spectrum of our amour
reconcile to paint those dreams
on the canvas of thousand twinkling stars
liberating our love from the arms of
lust and desire.
I wish the penumbra of our solitude collide
to ornate the science of fiction with
the illusion of reality,
where our combined souls existed
not only as an art of memory,
but also as a language... The language of Poetry.