I reach my hand up toward the sun's bright net

And blot the fiery visage with my palm.

The golden rays gleam past its silhouette—

Translucent threads—a warm and soothing balm.

I stretch to grasp that perfect, dazzling sphere

From marbled blue and white: its boundless stage,

Where delicate white fingers may climb near,

Unfettered, soaring high while mine are caged.

I envy them—their lazy drifting dance

And carefree closeness to that scintillate star.

Yet I, so lowly, gaze as in a trance—

My scope confined, the distance proves too far.

In dreams I find the freedom, and can touch

That blazing goal beyond my finite clutch.