If I; with Hubble’s patient gaze could look, into what lies beyond.
Past the stars we see, to pull aside that curtain of deepest black.
What wonders I imagine await, to reveal themselves to me.
Only then to still my voice, have me rapt in silent awe.
If a vision fortune were to unveil, then; in all honesty, there it would stay.
Unless of course, a Shakespeare should happen along,
to lend a quill and pen a few chosen words.
Maybe then I would try my hand at a sonnet, or perhaps even a song.
Still, here I stand on dirt, above below amid.
The Milky Way and other such things I try, but fail to comprehend.
And so I like to let myself, imagine if I could.
With Hubble’s patient eye to gaze, into what lies beyond.
About the Creator
Kevi B
I write, therefore I drink coffee.
It's called people watching not, "he's looking at me all weird."
I think catharsis' ism should be a religious practice... and an actual word.
I meditate a lot, others call it overthinking.
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