The space between the stars and the earth
with creatures that never adapted to flight
left looking out into the ever expansive skies
all mystified, but still quite contrite

We made machines to take us to the air
and then commercialized the thought
all the dreams of wings and wonder
is still dreamer talk all said for naught

still I stare at the star stained stratosphere
hoping one day that we might meet
With the stars surrounding my eyes
And the clouds planted at our feet