[Out in Space]

Dreams are the Seeds of Reality.

In the fanciful flight of flimsy thoughts in free and easy fluttering,
In the unwittingly delight of words, retained on the verge of uttering,
In the frame-less desires of dreams yet undreamed and unknown,
Lay hidden the seeds from which, one day, a new reality will be grown.

In the innermost depth of the soft, silken spun cocoon,
In the sun’s reflection upon the surface of the waning moon,
In the snowflake’s intricate pattern, condensed and congealed,
Lay the inklings to knowledge and wisdom, forever safely concealed.

In the midst of the ominous, semi-darkness of men’s mortal soul,
In the concentrated potential, at the heart of every black hole,
In the hope, in the faith, in the memories long forgotten and flown,
Lay the rays of all the sunsets, beyond all the mountains ever known.

Yet all the rays of all the sunsets, of every sunrise, of every distant star,
Will seem like hazy, hesitant glimmerings, shinning vaguely from afar.
For within man, lays the potential of a force field so powerful and bright,
It would instantly eliminate the darkest darkness of every Universal night

In the hope, in the faith, in the memories of every race long forgotten and flown,
Lay the seeds of a different reality, patiently awaiting, the day to be sown.
Lay the potentials of a force field so powerful and bright,
It would instantly and forever change the direction of every thought’s fanciful flight.