It seems absolutely
interesting and lovely,
And might I add,
Not far
stretched
And opposite of lovely.
To take a walk
To the milky
way
And to decipher,
The Morse code
Of the blinking stars
along the
way.
But there seems to be one
Fundamental obstruction
along my
way,
Distance and remoteness
Of the milky way.
The nocturnal
choreography,
Seems out of the world.
As one by one stars
unfurled.
Maybe that one there was
Christened after a
Charming young
king.
Just because it looks
So cryptic and seducing.
There are
just,
One too many..
Might as well say,
Plethora to a
plenty,
Still,
Managed to count till two twenty
Then had to come to a
abrupt halt
You ask me why? Because,
Ursa minor just winked,
Oh my god,
A sign so
succinct,
A wink so distinct,
That it is forcing me,
To have a new
instinct
If only it stopped at this,
But that's just not it,
The
flaring end of a comet,
Is luring me into its orbit.
And to add more to
it,
Another constellation
Of arcane irrationality,
Is tempting me to
hop that way.
But there seems to be one
Fundamental
obstruction
along my way,
Distance and remoteness
Of the galaxies far
far way.
Well,well,
What do I do,
What do I say?
Who needs flimsy nets
Of reality anyway?
