The Art Of Space

Every night, I would stare up at the sky,

And hoped against hope to gain wings to fly,

To journey afar,

And try as i can to reach the stars,

I would stare up at the moon,

And say to no one,

I will be there soon,

Its eclipse catching every eye,

Never ever saying goodbye,

Scattered glittering dots,

Begged us to look,

Into its beauty that touches every thought,

Forming constellations,

Showing its elevation,

The comet,

Whizzes across space,

Going without limits,

To a place no man knew,

Showing off its brightness as it flew,

How i wished to venture to space,

To see it, admire it,

See the life behind its clouds,

Admire how it is so proud.