dreamcomestrue

a baby boy plays with the wooden planes and enjoys melody from the piano keys.
thoughts reach macrocosm,
soul drifting along the tracks,
having countless dreams

time pass...

a baby boy still goes on way to his dreams day by day
but alone
now
dream is not the universe
dream is having a partner walked beside
drawing his picture together

time pass...

would melody go out of the earth and huddle between galaxies?

time pass...

the dream comes true!