I’m going back to where I came from,
by the light of the silvery moon.
Somewhere in this universe or another,
I will spend a little of my existence.
Hoping to grow,
a little more.
My soul is vast and endless,
much like the universe.
Maybe that is what we are?
Universes flocked together,
locked in time and space.
Follow your soul,
as I follow mine.
Call me a dreamer,
call me a misfit.
Call me a nobody.
Because nothing is what I hope to be.
And when I am,
I am finished at last.
Gina
Regis
I like the points of view in this poem and I like the committed writing.
John
Be always safe,
Karen
your words, Elisabeth. Nothing? You are everything.
You reflect the spectrum of the universe. On the other
hand, you are as you think you are. You know? -gene.
It's always a question is to what we are and why we're here. Just be what you want while you occupy this space. Well written and very profound.
Mary