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When todays yield where tomorrows have too
And forests now instead are skylines then,
At gatherings held to contemplate who
No longer walks amongst more lively men;
Where angels thought would be seen high above
Welcoming spirits with cause to adjust,
As freshly blown bubbles scared seeking love
Still fragile, uncertain, worried they’ll bust;
Silence is heard outside family tears,
Filling up eyes viewing desolate gray,
Once all to tell has told all of my years
And nothing remains as left still to say;
Then this frightened ghost who’s floating alone
Watches as leaves read my name from a stone;

That Hell or Heaven by now should have called,
Drifts through my thoughts as I drift empty space;
What comes of glaciers in sunlight soon thawed?
Questions that echo near once was my face;
Boorish behavior swims back like the sea,
All my sins done God Almighty had seen,
Promises broken from words spoken free,
Inside me blossom sharp thorns that careen;
Yet, with no shame will good deeds done I claim,
Shouldn’t those count right along actions worse?
In fairness, too, were the two not the same,
For better than not were mine through life’s course;
Thus haunted I am, lacking direction,
Searching for substance in my reflection;

But now come trumpets that blast sonic boom!
Ending my musings as quickly they start;
Two shoreline shocked whales soon meeting with doom,
Screaming such horror that near stops my heart;
Over ears fly two inadequate hands,
Unable to quiet Satan’s cruel noise,
The loudest sound heard upon any lands,
Deafens and withers away specter’s poise;
Worsening still by what’s coming from skies,
Not thundered lightning nor weathery plight;
A spaceship, metallic, captures my eyes,
Flat, oblong, black and descending in flight;
Nearing so closely while hovering slow,
With no words still tells me where must I go;

Sheen outstretched ramp floats beneath unseen feet,
Up t’wards ship’s belly, this silver tiled beast,
Beckoning dead-men that feel obsolete,
Eager for heaven and spiritual feasts;
Now inside once again wrapped tightly by flesh,
Strolling dark decks but for me empty seem,
Nevertheless it feels nice to refresh,
Waiting for take-off and trips on a beam;
But, still I wonder who’s taken the helm,
Where are we going and why on a ship?
How long ‘til reaching this undefined realm?
Thoughts spinning in me refusing to grip;
Alas!  Through space, I sense fast as light-speed,
Heading for somewhere somebody decreed;

Rushing past planets and galaxies streamed
Viewed through a window that just now appeared,
Where too a young man I know that I’ve dreamed
Stands right before me who says “Don’t be scared;
I’m you as a child, just thirteen years old,
Sixty years sooner than what brings you here,
Long before long-winded stories you’ve told
Described our time as though you’d some to spare;
For what face is seen is one once given,
Not conjured by science found in a book,
And with your gift so long now you’ve driven,
Better together we take a good look;
Heaven can wait and God can too, you see,
For either sought you must first convince me.”

9/14/2016
Submitted For:  
    To Boldly Go Where No Poet Has Gone Before
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