Mystical space
vast and open
creeps upon the shadow of free time
tells us of eternity.
Yet, when people achieve an opportunity to fly
into the universe, we call Space
they do not feel alone.
Time is perchance, an illusion
although we follow it
we live by it
to the fact that it can control,
even run, our lives.
And yet in our moments of time
here on earth,
we can feel ever so alone.
NaPoWriMo #23: Time and Space
Posted by
Julie
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Labels: my poem , NaPoWriMo , National Poetry Month , poetry
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