Space

As I stare across the motionless realm,
My mind conjures fantasies of another dimension,
The willow of forgetfulness,
The flaming fire of wisdom,
The configuration of angels singing,
The streaming tunnel of vision.

May I step right out apon the limb,
The chance to fulfil the curiosity oblivified by another,
Thus our hands may be together,
Thus our hearts have been chosen,
We must release our souls forever,
As the words have now been spoken,
So now a new web may be woven,
Across the emptiness of space,
That we also may have the chance,
To restore the faults we ourselves,
Call the fruits of our forefathers,
Once created before we,
             stole home.