I am in outer space
I am levitating
light as a feather
in another state of being
but I am no alien
( I am not dreaming)
I was born with a heart
I have every human feeling.
I touch the tips of stars
I sleep in the cradle of the moon
I dance with the clouds
to the music of the heavens I swoon.
Lighter, yet lighter I am getting
(I know I am not dreaming)
weightlessly I am drifting, flying
in space infinite--in a world without ending.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
I am in outer space
I am levitating
light as a feather
in another state of being
but I am no alien
( I am not dreaming)
I was born with a heart
I have every human feeling.
I touch the tips of stars
I sleep in the cradle of the moon
I dance with the clouds
to the music of the heavens I swoon.
Lighter, yet lighter I am getting
(I know I am not dreaming)
weightlessly I am drifting, flying
in space infinite--in a world without ending.
* after watching an outer space fiction programme over TV tonight. It's 11.50 pm in Melb, 10th January 2016