Dream Boy

Where do we go?

Nobody knows

We feel a pinch

And in a cinch

Stardust sparkles in our toes.

We see the light

As bright as night

Where the golden rainbow glows.

From whence we came?

A land

Where we had a different name?

A place

Out of space

Where starships race

And war has no claim.

To whom do we belong

After our summers song?

When the final note

Has left our throats

And the last silken melody

Is sung?

Do we

Become

A frequency

Unbeknownst

To you and me

Picked up by a trucker

Enroute to Space Highway 3?

A ghost of a sound

A particle all around

A particle heaven bound?

Racing towards a new destiny

Or

Maybe a beep

From

A magical sheep

That ordains all the fleece

For the Gods

That live in Greece.

Fancy.

Either way

May I say

That we might

Never know

Although

There are those

Who insist

What is so.

I insist

For evidence

From the other side;

A spoon

A kaleidoscopic thread

A star broom full of light.

Just about anything

At this point will do;

An Angel’s eulogy

A Seraphim’s handtowel

(Or a limited edition

Of Deep Space Blue no.2)

Even

A whiskey bottle

With residue

Of the stars

Or dust

Shaken

Not stirred

From the broom

Of that trip to Mars.

But if you can’t get the broom

There is no need to fret

Because I heard

By word

Of an andromydous bird

It was lost

In a bet.

So I guess,

All the artifacts

That my heart desires

I might receive

Without reprieve

If I Yolo’d it

And escaped Brimstone and Fire

But then again,

What is the shame

If my name

Is remembered

In the burst

Of a flame.

- you are a cosmic child