Just Wondering

What does it feel to be high? To float above realms, To break the curtain and visit the sky? I am not ready to speak! I can't fathom what lies at peak. Is there a meaning to what I seek? The Auroras made of billion hues, Scattered in space in a harmonic truce, Their standing clouds of greens and blues. Beyond them roll giants of heat, Of thick gases where gravity meets. But once it drops, become holes deep. Dancing around the glowing stars , Enclosed planets in a nightly jar. We live on one and rest are far.