where astronauts roam the heavens hold thier secrets ,
the stars thy light the herths if heaven , the milky way a vast step for man.
for man hard to fathom ( how can a hand reach out and seem to touch the stars ? )
a mind to far a quest to deep,
endless is the depth,
endless the passion it creats,
creation is wanderfull..
it seems ever lasting and vast.
even silence hase some thing to offer.
Time is silent no man ever is.
Time is vast a man is small.
The mind is small the soul is vast.
The mind is infinit the understanding is small.
never fail to grasp the secret fire,
never fail the light.