102 ~ One Million Worlds Poem by stan pelfrey

What am I looking for
up in the starry sky?
and what these
dreams about
in my languid night?
My life on this planet
is hard on my face,
and sometimes I wonder,
was I meant for
some other’s place?

one million worlds
one million worlds

Imagine, if you will,
launching off to
taste all the
fruity knowledge
held in universal space.
Perhaps we would
discover another race.

one million worlds

Though they be stronger
with blue-broader face,
they feed their minds
with peace, not
dining off of hate,
and are living to secure
that Life is not a waste.


one lonely ocean
one empty sky
one deserted island
I can feel it cry
-from soul inside
one million worlds
one million worlds

Contact with alien
images of life
has bequeathed unto me,
“Hail! the new
prophet of light! ”
To save all the people,
I’ll make them question, “Why
should we reap the nature
on which we survive? ”
Then, “where can we turn to
when that nature dies? ”

one million worlds
one million times
one million peoples
we can hear them cry
-if peace we try
one million worlds
one million worlds

What is going on
in our minds?
Is it delusion
or just a sign?