The finest

The finest of the collection,
Golden glory as of the summer sun,
full of life chested in a trunk,
Out of an aurora of illusions,
Bizarre of the daily doom,
Lost in the chase of moon,
Agile in the waves of the ocean,
deeper than the dive of the noon,
I revisit the absurdity of the random,
To ponder over each and every abondon,
The space of the grand schemes,
The code of theme colored beams,
Tales of the story teller told by olds,
untreason by the folds of the gold,
Inside the cosmos of  a wanderer,
Outside of the era of the slumberer,
A lost kid wondering about the sky,
The secrets of the glassy milkyway.