There’s a smiley face in space
that’s beaming from above
at our mindless human race
on Earth we say we love.
Put away childish things
yet keep the childlike wonder.
Though dreams be rent asunder
our wishes still have wings.
From dust to dust our lives are thrust,
while flames the candle's brief combust.
We leave the shelter of the bay,
unmindful night will follow day,
If Keats could have seen through Hubble's eyes
when the sonnet ‘Bright Star' he wrote,
meaning its telescope-imaged skies
with those stellar tableaux afloat,
Once upon a time I dreamed
I dreamed there was a once upon a time
I dreamed with the mind that dreams
I dreamed in the darkness of dreams