Mystic Skies

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.

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