Wherever
When the ground gives way to empty space
and Earth has finally been erased
I like to think we’ll be all right
because we planned an early flight.
I hope we’ll all be ready to lose
the Earth upon which humans cruise
in case precisely that ensues,
and test the universe bit by bit
until we’ve nerve to handle it.
I like to think our dying sun
is just a challenge, a bit of fun,
and that we’re going to spread our seed
far, far deeper than even we need.
I like to think we’re going to be
right there at the gate of Eternity
in all our curiosity -
humanity.
I love to feel like you and I
are going to someday be the sky
and that we might just pass through flowers or
might be engaged by luck enough
to actually get to BE the stuff
that Love is made of, and worth living for!
Maybe it’s just the smile it leaves
upon my face - feels right.
Maybe it’s nothing more than leaves
that sing me to sleep at night.
