Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light) (16 November / Westport New Zealand)
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.
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.
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)
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