Sep 2018
Vacant sounds of emptiness,
fuels within a deep desire;
To reach beyond the galaxy,
and seek what we require.
Silence stems from raging storms,
with lightning bolts of terror;
Confusion reigns until they end,
in thunderous claps of wonder.
Then all is quiet as we take,
a chance to capture grace;
Within the confines of new worlds,
transcending time and space.
Glory showered from the sky,
renews our faithful journey;
And solitary as the moon,
brave hearts beat with purity.
fuels within a deep desire;
To reach beyond the galaxy,
and seek what we require.
Silence stems from raging storms,
with lightning bolts of terror;
Confusion reigns until they end,
in thunderous claps of wonder.
Then all is quiet as we take,
a chance to capture grace;
Within the confines of new worlds,
transcending time and space.
Glory showered from the sky,
renews our faithful journey;
And solitary as the moon,
brave hearts beat with purity.
this is an older poem I wrote some years ago. I think it has potential to grow into something more profound but for now, just re-typing it, I've discovered what I meant when it was first conceived. Thanks for reading it !
