If Only To Read The Sparkles Of The Stars Poem by Gil Gregorio

Astounding as it may be a morphic canopy
of either ecstasy or fantasy:
A perfected symbol of pendolized words
though imperfect in meaning
of its reality, a free meaning still
hanging clouds of doubts?
What is there hidden in the skyward
that men seem to entangle
but by its own meaning or clout?
Why is there hidden at heaven's ward
that men remained at birth
by its own meaning of life or death?
The dearth canopy must be opened
for the wandering scribe to write;
And the sages to give meaning
the voluminous messages of lights!
If only to read the sparkles of the stars
in the ocean of heaven's delight:
Indeed, a perfected symbol of might!