Space Travel

By: Blake Leasure

Space travel is a metaphor

For what everybody reaches for

A destination

Through blackness

Mixed with sprinkles of light glimmering

Some of the lights have died

However

The fact doesn't stop us

From reminiscing upon them

Just like memories

Which begin to fade

They're shine begins to dim

But we can still see

And we can still remember

Until we no longer can

When we will return to dust

For from dust we have come

Just like our ships

Our bodies carry us

 Through both

Space and time

Until it no longer can accelerate

Our light travel gives out

And we are reduced

To a slow dying chunk of matter

Our hunk of trash Carries us

To nowhere in particular

Aimlessly we move forward

 For no good reason

Until we don't

And just like on our space journey's

During our time traveling through life

We meet many strange lifeforms

From distant lands

We can't begin to comprehend

Many benevolent

Many horrid

All different

All unknown at their depths

No matter how they may appear.