Possessed of Starlight

What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?

Well, slowly I am gathering all
 The holes in the ultramarine night
 But cannot yet last my hand on the idle
 Light of Artemis. My forests hold
 Every bough, every suggestion of peridot
 
Each sudden, subtle flow of the laden air
 Cannot deter my breath, not when those veins
 Cease their movement in the grasp of snow
 And I am beginning to think that this
 Will be my last season, sleeping under the nebulae 
 This cloak of emptiness rests lightly

Each autumn I gather myself on my hoard
 Of the laughter of babies
 When this airship comes homeward with you
 Again from the Glassy clouds.
 This universe is mine, fear not,
 It does not betoken suffering.

It is my gift to give to you