Gazing at constellation of stars,our curios mind
ponders
Creations&those sacred allign are like sky engagements in wonders

like a twisted enigma of black pages stuck in a book
Beyond the answers are some mist floating all around our look

Existence of Sky God's whistling around to make us realise
Let the bygones be bygones but touches are yet to be kissed near our sight

Illusion casting us to the realms doorways of heaven
Vibrations blushing with some tiny steps that we slowly sense

Vision makes you seem real in the journey of illusion
Synthetic souls that tend to fade that has not ever triggered in real

Physical attraction is just...