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.