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Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


Ad Astra*


My father died millennia ago.
Yet the hunters are not dead
they are only sleeping.
Their spirit is within me
destined to touch the stars.
I shall not go there.
But others
the sons of my sons
will journey there.

Primeval hunters are not dead
ancestors are only sleeping.
Ancestral spirit is within me.

The seed of the men
that forever seeks
flickering fires in flaming sky.
Through them
in limitless landscape of infinity.
My spirit will touch the stars.
Bounded by limitless horizons
we shall dream new dreams.
As we blaze across a timeless sky.


Ad Astra - Latin (to the stars)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, April 13, 2011

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  • Rookie Hesti Agustini (2/15/2010 8:06:00 AM)

    So the space race began in the Stone Age, with the desire and longing of hunters, gazing at the alluring stars at night and wanting to journey there.
    Their spirit is within me
    destined to touch the stars....
    The seed of the men
    that forever seeks
    flickering fires in flaming sky.
    Through them
    in limitless landscape of infinity.
    My spirit will touch the stars. (Report) Reply

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