I'd glide away into the cosmic flow
in quiet of the canopy of night
to leave the tumult of the world below
with wishes having wings to guide my flight.
In quiet of the canopy of night
the stellar orbs cast light in shining beams.
With wishes having wings to guide my flight
their faces seem a universe of dreams.
The stellar orbs cast light in shining beams
as days recede with final au revoirs.
Their faces seem a universe of dreams
in skies awash with myriads of stars.
As days recede with final au revoirs,
to leave the tumult of the world below
in skies awash with myriads of stars
I'd glide away into the cosmic flow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" just 100 light-years from the center of our galaxy" Heck, maybe i'll drive there next week. i liked the poem and photo, but the intricacy of the form and the astronomy 'lecture' is beyond me. This is NOT a complaint; it is just a difference in human interests, ability. Some will love this i'm sure. I may share this with some friends on PH. bri :) Will you put a bio on PH?