Visions into the light of stars

The traveler saw the many stars into the clouds. That was wonderful experience.

When the never ending journey will tell us the end of journey silently,
The wind is,
vanishing to the interstice of clouds,
with the midnight stars.

Into the daydream,
embraced to the arm of time,
in the end of the fantasy what i saw,
that is never ending,
dreams for the traveler.

At the history,
the fiction to wear the light.
shining into the meridian,
sleep on the reality.

Official history has buried,
many success
was into midnight grassland of cobalt-blue,
that place is full of light of silver.

The white birds are
fly into the sky.

When the never ending journey told us silently the end of journey,
the wind is,
vanishing to the interstice of clouds,
with the midnight stars.