Personal Prose

The Beginning.

We came from a thought, an impulse, an action.

We grew out of this,

We grew into an amazing unique being.

No one’s heart will beat like yours,

No one’s eyes will see the world your way,

But it will end.

We will go back to that thought one day.

That is not our end.

Our being becomes the dirt,

Our energy powers the world yet to come.

Thousands of people will walk upon us.

And one day we will go further than we have ever been,

We will go back to the stars.

Power new galaxies and worlds, and civilisations.

And become not even a thought.

15/04/17