And with great haste.
Event Horizon, we’re here now.
How far we’ve come, risky tiers found.
My greatest comfort resides within my mind.
Dreams, aspirations, exhilarations.
I feel lost in thought of what was but will become of this life.
Encounters of new beings touch every inch of my soul.
Curiosity will drive me, a new character made whole.
A new lesson to be told. Then I listen.
How do you think? How do you heal?
I keep your chapters like a journal.
A bridge made well, a silence waiting to instill.
I trade you a lesson, for a tale.
A challenge to your commitment.
A new sight to be born.
Redshifted out of this world.
“I’ll never run out of stories now.”
Curious of a mountain moving.
Thinking, thinking, starships fuming.
Incoherent, a collective booming.
A new story born, patience consuming.
Always searching, heart of yearning.
What will come of all this turning?
Pages over pages of constant learning.
Time is looking oh so murky.
With every thought.
About the Creator
Ike
Lost Ones. A strange place to find stories.
Comments (4)
"Redshifted out of this world" Nice! I love astronomy, the cover photo easily enticed me to read it. Thanks for sharing.
I like it.
I think you can win with this one mate
Love it!