When fragments of wonder
Dotted the black expanse,
Tiny hands, just strong enough
To pull back the curtains of your magnificent stage.
And an urge but for it’s majesty.
And a dream, but for it’s proximity.
A reality, in time.
The wish to roll among the waves of darkness,
Granted in sincerity.
Granted all at once.
Mystic skies that ruled over all
In those days.
Mystery, their power.
Still, you steal my heart.