Being on the Saturn is not a dream but a visitation
that comes and stays with the solemn silence of
meditating upon human soul that is on a flyby
to the universe which is the call for a wine bubbling
with fishes upon the seas of imagination
there is nothing more, nothing less than the echo of heart
I must surrender to you the day when I had left for
like Cassini space probe to know the silence of the universe
and come back by the providence of the wisdom.
To know your heart is the hisotry of love science.