A Galaxy of Dreamers

Midnight hours. Times of the mind.
Journey the future, the past behind.
Open a door to stairways showing.
Look to the moonlight always glowing.
Stars are our ladders to escape into
The fantasy or fairy tale we all want to.
Leap around from star to star.
But when you fall, watch how far.
For if you fail to recover soon,
You could be injured from the moon.
Edges of knives with sharp little blades.
You are the wish somebody made.
But if you reach to catch a ride
Upon the clouds, you might survive.
It’s a lonely little journey for one to take.
Too many gambles for one to make.
Yet every night at the same time,
We are once again disturbed by the chime.
The warning of creation into the land
That solely belongs to those who are at hand.
For those who are aware of this setting,
Make your bids, let’s start the betting.

2-8-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire

OUTER SPACE?

Outer Space? That big black hole? Those stars?
Or maybe the moon and planet Mars?
What exactly do you expect me to write about space?
My inexperience defeats my case.
I’m not an astronaut, nor NASA pro.
I only know what I barely know.
The poem from school had lost the end
When Pluto was rejected as a friend.
Then Mr. X was invited in,
But I do not know the latest spin.
Yet beyond all that’s in the galaxy,
There is a Savior waiting for me!
He has made those wondrous sites
That I shall see on my heavenly flight.
I’ll be so excited to share,
But you’ll have to wait till you’re there.
     HURRY UP!!

3-3-11 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
Inspiration: My brother and friends use to love to challenge me to write about random topics they would come up with. This one was actually a challenge from my son.