Drifting Through the Stars

Looking at the Milky Way, I know I am far, far from the high way, I left and you are. I, for once should have known, the ride and the drift, cause by what you have shown, be no voyage so swift. Now that I could touch the dazzling stars you gaze, should I paint a nebular without the scars of your face? With a stargazer shining through your hair, that waves across the universe blown by air. My senses frozen, my soul feather light, I feel slow motion, swimming in aurora at night. Gently thinking, how shall I do it right to rise knowing, I am your white knight. When all the black holes vanish or die, should I unfreeze my senses and fly, to earth you never said me goodbye, and show you what I painted in the sky.