Glimpse

On grasses I lye
Gazing upon the sky
Counting the stars
Supposed to be far
& moon so round
As seen from the ground
Without voice
Trying to make the choice
So as I can move with connections
In all possible directions
So that I can fetch
Your picture I can sketch
So that I can view
At a glance glimpse of you
Falling from heaven
At night when clock tick eleven
Moving through vain
In my heart where you can remain
so as I  can Remain engage
Putting you in the Cage