Days 7-10 of NaPoWriMo

Due to technical difficulties, I present days 7, 8, 9, and 10 of NaPoWriMo.

Long Night

Long Night has fallen,

Our hearts broken and sullen,

It was so sudden.

Our Dreams

Our dreams fade,

Our dreams die,

Our dreams end,

Our dreams never lie.

We dream our dreams

And never doubt,

Never wonder

What our dreams are about.

Our dreams have the meanings

That we give them.

Our dreams only ask

That we believe in them.

If that happens,

Our dreams never fade,

Our dreams never die,

Our dreams won’t end,

Our dreams will fly.

Heaven Is Not Enough For My Wanderlusting Soul

Heaven is not enough

For my wanderlusting soul.

Hell cannot contain

What it cannot control.

My soul wants to fly,

To see the stars

And worlds beyond the sky

Instead of angels or demons

At the end of day.

If there is free will,

Then my soul too is free.

Free to roam and fly,

Not any lord’s property.

Samsara turns,

Yugas blossom and fade,

Still my soul is my own,

Not an item to trade.

So I stand tall

Against all

Who would seek to own my soul.

For they are in for a fight,

Against all my might.

Because Heaven is not enough

For my wanderlusting soul.

Green Hills Of Earth (with apologies to Robert A. Heinlein)

The green hills of Earth,

The world of my birth,

Source of my mirth,

Cause of my girth,

Yet not part of my worth,

Is only the berth

For my ship to the stars

That travels far,

Visiting other daystars,

Flying past pulsars

And quasars

Like a scimitar

Leaving a small scar

On the face of the starry night.

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