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
Adrift in space where dreamers tread
a Needle's sewing cosmic thread
through cloths of heavens vastly spread
of gold and silver light o'erhead,
What sparked the Big Bang?
Should we give a dang
how the experts debate
as to what might predate
Could there be a sculptor in outer space
deserving of standing ovations,
or grand ethereal artist's embrace
that's fashioning cosmic sensations
Twinkle the stars in night's display—
Sun's shining rays light up the day...
and yet, if futures vast we may
divine, white dwarf with diamond core