Where Is Alice?

I care enough to describe not what the title is, decide to journey on your own and you can go ask yourself where the hell is Alice in this??? and stop contacting me for aid of any sort.

Behold the skies above
never they cry any bluer,
the stars none any brigther,

the moon of tepid tears cries
oh, just let me be, let me go
 
Glorious sparkles of dust less
of the starry eyed spangled,
shutters of vision over me
the stars will forever be
upon mantles of the universe

For I have just begun
to transcend deep into
the mystical soliquays
while wisps gently heave
weeping upon my grieving lyre
 
Hazes of blue, twindle
with congested spirals of air
the stillness of time
keeps me at an invisible line,
that seems a catastraphic
measure, until I open my eyes.