They ethereally drift amongst stars in the galaxy,
free of earthly and mundane desire,
thoughts set on loftier abstractions.
Supreme are dreamers hazy confidence.
Alas the heaven has more than silvery stars
and moonlight on a velvety canvas, to offer,
it also has timeless black holes
where romantics can disappear lose their vision,
spin around faster and faster,
till they are coal dust in a contour less night.