Yearning for the stars,
These lofty lights imparted,
Wait for patient eyes -
Come into strength upstarted,
By awed reflections on,
The brighter till the lesser followed.

Full of years with old man ears,
With plenty stories folded up in handkerchiefs,
Of days gone back and adventures,
Adventures in a world so different yet the same,
Same toil and rush,
Same hearts and minds,
Same need for something more than age will give,
Though give a lot I'm told it does.

Wooooooooo!
A sonic bullet of liquefied enthusiasm soars through the clouds,
And down, down below the parting sea of marshmellows,
A little boy stands,
A great joy in his eyes and hope for salvation.