So for a dream of starry sky.

For where under the heavens may we touch the stars,
to dance with the flowing milken skies beneath the sun,
to touch the early morning's dawn without apprehension,
tis the dream of all who quest beneath the golden hue
to reach the far cornered light of the morrow ,
and in the quickening shade of tomorrow fall away,
from the darkened moon, the pale bloodless expanse above,
for in the beyond of above, not for all the world,
nor for the very breath of the unseen depths,
twould it all be below reckoning nor beyond,
it is but the dreams of one yet to be fully gazed upon.