Astronomical

Looking up, I know why people past 
saw the sky a dome; 
all surrounding, all encompassing, its
gracious 
will ignited by the hope of the people below and
perhaps a courage born out of our 
self-forged fates; our hearts that still dared to crave.
So when I dream it shall rise with 
the dregs of my heart, and rest in the sweet crescent of the moon
until the day I claim the sky mine.
When the moon today rises
you should know I am chasing after my dreams, 
For you can never escape the embrace of the sky, 
the euphoria of the flight into a place no-one knows; so untouched,
all-knowing.