Echoes of Reverie

When I was small

I would look up into the night sky

And dream of a way off this rock

When I was a teen

The shuttle exploded and all was lost

But still, I dreamed of taking flight

When I was a young man

We made movies of traveling the stars

As close as my dreams could take me

Now that I am old

Stories in space flow from my hand

And yet still, I dream of a way off this rock

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Author: jongraylang

Novel Writer, Screenwriter, Filmmaker & occasionally an Actor. Handy with a Sword, Ukulele, and Skis. Author of Nun With a Gun: The Town with No Name, The Matilda, Twistin' Matilda, Black Matilda, and Secret Matilda. Writer of the upcoming Sci-Fi sequel, Waltzing Matilda. View all posts by jongraylang