Images of Broken Lights
Images of broken lights that dance before my jagged tears,
Inspecting me and sending me to Jupiter and Mars,
High above the heady halls of home and heartless heresies,
We dream the dreams of galaxies and saturate the stars.
Through the Milky Way of space we travel at a snail's pace,
To reach the keeper and the face of our tranquility,
Youth are growing fantasies of life without the gravities,
And fears of those uncertainties of love and family.
Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2024
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