space

Solace is where the cellar door opens up to our minds

You walk down to the door, and with a creak it opens

You are then floating, floating in a starry sky, with a kind voice in your ear, telling you not to be afraid

There is nothing to be afraid of

You open your eyes, and you are in the basement, sitting at the table

New inspiration has been gained for your life

His majesty,
The golden sun
A brilliant sun, a blazing sun,
He is the father of life,
And the king of light,
A master of time and space,
A burning passion bridled in the warmth of his yellow rays.

Who can compare to this great sun?
No one…
But wait…there is the moon…
Oh the beauty of the moon,
Shining bright in the darkest nights,
Graceful silver,

our world.
is just a spec,
compared to the universe.

we are nothing
against the endless darkness
past the galaxies.

going
and
going

does it ever end?

is the universe
just a drop of water
on a blade of grass
in the next world?

are there more like us?
is earth not the only place of life?

do other intelligences watch us?