Pursuit of the sky

The astonishing pursuit of the sky If the openness of heaven's brain was off a gate, where souls risen engage in, through starry figures they intertwine; with non-relevence but dignified thoughts and magnificent romance all round universal dots. I dare would not fall out of orbit. There is no desire my heart shall follow, no key can lock the pastures of your demise for my dear friend, the nebulae awaits for the loving yet we'll go no more a roving. This is where poetry oft express itself, where words come nigh in celestial administration and where constellation stories begin; This is the cradle Mistry of masculinity and feminine. Poem by Tumelothepoet