There Is So Much In Dreams

There is so much in dreams that cannot stay,
Like all we know that is just for the stars;
Where twinkling lights with darkness interplay,
And only distance keeps it from debars.
Vainly thinking can not link subtleties,
Or faithful always of what he knows and knows;
For all comes down to ones own abilities,
And how each substance from thereon grows.
The infant fingers fumble through the days,
Lovely things that wander off and are lost;
Like song or music somewhere that plays,
Moments in time hours that were aside tossed.
Al things are in passing to be there found,
Some are lost forever some go-around.

There Are The Above Stars

There are the above stars that shun and fell,
The delicious impressive ways they are;
All the treasures that are floating afar,
In the sights and number of each becquerel.
All the caprious distances growing away,
In the numbers and discoveries like one;
Morning of daybreak when twinklings are gone,
And clear with blue sky we meet the day.
Never forget how the heavens are made,
Impressive ways covered forever as new;
All without reach and to the stars not few,
Just within sight what the eyes shall arrayed.
Time dimension around every season,
Boundaries reach without human reason.