A million million points of light
Break the dark firmament of the night
Sky, once the world has gone to bed.
To sleep, perchance to dream of lives
Less ordinary than the ones we have.
While the stars shine on,
We are all made of such dust
Can we therefore wish upon ourselves
To dream the impossible and perhaps
Venture there by imagination?
A universe of endless wonder waits
For us beyond the ties
Of humbler, smaller, human lives
©Misa Buckley, 2010