We are cloistered by stars so near from galaxies so far
The nearby planets wheel and tip among their beams and we are entranced
Such a small distance yet massively out of grasp
The magnitude boggles and we are routinely silenced
The world about seems all encompassing and it is
It encompasses time and death and hope
For these are concepts foreign to the rocks and ***** of fire without
Perhaps beings on similar spheres espouse similar ideals
Perhaps not, but yet we hope
The greatest steps are yet far too small
Trapped here on our dying ball
We cannot yet even leap from one stone to the next
And I fear, with growing certainty, that I will not live
To see the leaps from stone to stone and dance to dance
However much I may dream