The Ancient Traveler
Hurtling through space,
light years worn and barely aglow;
meteor descends to a random mark.
Injuries are no stranger to the traveler
and time is non-existent,
it’s never known it…
no deadlines or appointments press.
A journey of one billion,
light years and three black holes later;
Earth is a rest stop.
A few hundred-thousand there,
will provide fuel, for the next quest.
You may wonder what meteor learns…
a sad fact…all planets die;
some are murdered by their own children.
Dwarf implosion,
sends meteor sailing,
in celestial seas again.
Like the human, his body has changed.
Weight loss has given him momentum;
faster he’ll fly.
He never looks back,
when he leaves a dwarf.
Ignition sparked and fuel burning, he moves on.
He spies a beckoning nebula,
in lovely shades of pink and blue;
he’ll rest there now.
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