Cigar In the Sky

The sunset is golden above the lake The dreamy surreal scene clouds make But deep to the east eerie mist forms on that lake Something mysterious, celestial like a splinter in the eye makes soul ache For there is something in the sky That one sees from the corner of the eye Something among the mist of stars will lie One dreams “make it my” It is a spaceship eerie almost divine That with its power everything seems to outshine It is like time itself had form and created a line Line going like a shaft through all existence and soul would define Beyond it beyond mathematics numbers even and odd There is a face of very God The energy rods underlining theory of everything math will applaud Their simple transmutations open doors of time and its entire promenade