Explore And who will explore The days of sullen lore Where stars get numbered In their deep slumbers Around outskirts of milky shore. Building castles with strands of dust Tracing shadows with outstretched arms Garlanding planets with rings of advent Or greeting the clouds at your very door. Touched by some grace of love Which provoked one to dream or scream And who will explore or deplore Shells of mountains or their molten core.