The Voyage Poem by Brian Taylor

The Voyage



Sailing through interstellar spaces,
putting cosmic surf horses through their paces;
clouds of astral dust following non-existent faces,
looking for a rendez-vous in imaginary places.

Why does the mental traveller carry so much precious treasure?
Hoard it, hide it, fight for it
(and repent it at his leisure) .
Bury it and lose the map
(and wonder where he hid it) .

A voice
blowing
in the cosmic wilderness,
crying out, “I did it! ”

Sunday, July 26, 2015
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