Cocooned within these sacred spheres
and shooting starbursts soaring
over teeming masses of humanity,
we cannot help but turn
our troubled eyes to see
all the wonders that only lately were.
Yet we are stronger than this gravity
that yanks and churns
our most beloved dreams
and whirls them faster than we can chase.
The day will tip itself toward the night,
the sun will clutch itself and climb the sky,
and we will wait with anxious eyes
and muscles taught as tight-drawn bows
for the day we once again will fly.