Hazarding poetry

I do not know who you are
How near or far
But when I browse through your scripts
I soar into a well lit but quite night sky
over an ocean with slow moving ships
grassy lands in which I could lie
for a moment I shamelessly could steal
so the cool breeze teases my hair
I kneel,
look up and stare

can I write like this? Let me try.
unlock a door so lesser I cry,
with eyes dry.
Break that door. Can't.
The strings are too tangled...