Space-time conversation

The stars that were there startling countless in number,  pervading the mind river. Thou took them aside one by one- at thine pleasure.
When the mind was wrought an all-losing star - like a discoloured roofing by far, Looking to thee the bewildered mind called up that thou promised the time for the treaty to get over. Thou ensured thou will fill up the sky with all stars ever after thou vacate the mind all over.
Today seems sees  the final day of keeping thy word, time urges very strict as it's hands are tied in a genre, Hey lord; delay not any longer, delay not any longer.
Fill up the mind sky  with the sun-moon as many as there are,  
with the star-constellation as many as in the space spread over.