Look up and out through the Milky Way;
Look at the same cosmos as was in olden days.
Look outwards from within our galaxy,
And you can see the same eternity
That star gazers saw before our time;
That lovers and poets wrote on the same line.
Maybe we’ve all been here sometime before,
And there really is nothing that’s new;
But we still contemplate this and that shore,
So, it’s no wonder that it feels like déjà vu.
And, as some claim, if Life is but a dream,
Then, I don’t need any wake-up call;
I’m driving by the light of a cool moonbeam,
Just loving it, and embracing it all.
This sea-risen moon performs its miracle,
As it rises slowly, shining light so lyrical;
As it positions itself into the star steam,
It confirms this reality as a lovely dream.
9-11-2015 (Bar Harbor, Maine)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem