"Visions" a poem by Rhonda Jane Beall
So often I"ve visioned how it would be
to travel far beyond our sister Mars.
Just stepping out into eternity,
way out behind the planets and the stars.
Could it really be some life form out there?
Something that's only pictured in your mind,
or perhaps there's no one that gives a care,
yet maybe--somehow there are ties that bind.
Wondering through the dark portals of space;
very similar to portals in time,
absorbing like sponges this human race
until up from this madness we must climb.
As mists of ebon creep into cerise
Oh Lord, let these visions leave me in peace.
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