Within the silvery filaments are the elevators of the stars, becoming light to travel seems so avant-garde.
Tethers so distance we cannot fathom the array, magnetic disturbances that resist the ravages of decay.
Portals trapped in dark matter holding keys to sapphire sunsets and triple moon rises, to stand on far gone lands mesmerized by unknown horizons.
Simply lost inside a mindscape that unfolds into forever, keep those blissful visions that cage emotions that we treasure.
So as I look at stars with hope of infinite wonder, I step into a dream of lifetimes without number.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
Within the silvery filaments are the elevators of the stars, becoming light to travel seems so avant-garde.
Tethers so distance we cannot fathom the array, magnetic disturbances that resist the ravages of decay.
Portals trapped in dark matter holding keys to sapphire sunsets and triple moon rises, to stand on far gone lands mesmerized by unknown horizons.
Simply lost inside a mindscape that unfolds into forever, keep those blissful visions that cage emotions that we treasure.
So as I look at stars with hope of infinite wonder, I step into a dream of lifetimes without number.
