The universe full of heavenly bodies out there has always fascinated me...
I used to stare at the stars and ache with wondering what was out there when I was a boy...
All right my space loving Coffee Shop friends, I wrote a poem about 11 years ago after a friend accused me of going on 'flights of fancy' when discussing politics...in the middle of the following night,
A Midnight Journey was born. So from one with feet firmly planted on earth to those who'd travel to the stars...no spaceship needed...Enjoy! (disclaimer - the order of things is not
entirely accurate)
Loose'ng the slender chains
that bind this mortal soul,
embark on a flight of fancy...
the heavens are my goal.
Wrap'd in the velvet cloak of night
with stardust in my hair,
I tiptoe up a moonbeam...
to kiss a dancing bear.
The hunter with a diamond belt
beckons me to his side.
We waltz across the Milky Way...
where the dreams of man abide.
I gaily wave to the lonely star
who guides the sailor home,
and curtsy to a lovely queen...
reclining upon her throne.
At the dwelling place of the sisters
I'm invited in for tea.
As I daintily sip from a gossamer cup...
a lion lies next to me.
Tightly I hold to Mercury's wings
as we travel through the night.
A cross made of stars to the South...
to the North a rainbow of light.
When Venus makes her appearance,
dawn will be coming soon.
There's only time for one last jig...
with the jolly old Man in the Moon.
Seagal 2007
I love that. You have a real gift there (she says as a sometime perhaps less gifted poet herself.) I may not be as talented, but I'll stack my ability to appreciate good poetry up against anybody.
I've written a lot of poetry, but I don't think you would care for most of it.
I almost never write it anymore, though. It was more of an activity of my youth.
I used to write poetry and have given up too. Here is the best of them.
I walked among a grove of trees,
On a golden carpet of autumn leaves,
The leaves were falling, dying things,
Giving up their luscious greens,
They died to be reborn again,
With the coming of the spring.
I saw that God was hard at work,
Tending to our mother earth,
Gathering up the worn and old,
Then giving new lives to the world,
Reaping what the harvest sowed,
A crop of new enlightened souls.
The mother and father of us all,
Allows his worn out leaves to fall,
Our creator and eternal life giver,
Our redeemer and our forgiver.
I knew then mankind were brothers,
All women our sisters and mothers.
I knew the old Gods had seen their day.
The Gods to whom we used to pray,
Like Ra and Thor and Zeus and Mars,
Like Gods of the sun and of the Stars,
Gods grown old beyond their time,
Ideas that only imprisoned our minds
I saw a new God for all creation,
For ever colour, race and nation
To whom you do not need to pray
For he is within you every day,
Judging no soul to cruel damnation.
Giving us our greatest revelation,
I knew then that there is no heaven,
There is no lasting place like hell,
The kingdom of heaven lies within
Our mortal lives are just a dream,
When all our dross is burned away,
Our hearts will be purified one day.
We need not fear where we will go,
Our divine creator loves us all,
We are all a living part of him,
We are all his immortal children.
All souls will finally be redeemed,
This is the God of which I dreamed.
My feet felt the earth in strange delight.
The colours all seemed clear and bright,
The breeze embraced me and curled around,
The rustling leaves were a sweet sound.
Caressed by wind and kissed by rain,
I saw through all earthy mortal pain.
I was with God in the here and now,
There was nowhere I would rather go,
I knew I needed nothing nor ever will,
All fear was gone and time stood still,
I loved every blessed living thing,
For every creature was a divine being.
I had seen through illusion to Gods face,
I knew I would find him in any place.
Send me to heaven or send me to hell.
I would be in the same place as now,
Make the world bright, or make it dark,
I would still see God within my heart.
