The Voice Of The Universe

Its worth the walk I said,

We live in a  promised land of milk and money.

One foot in hell,

And another on wings of mercy.

My memories are undying,

No sense in crying,

Just dying to lose this shell.                              

My blood and mind,

Will ascend this time,

To empyrean divine.

For this abstraction of life,

This fragment I betroth,

Stretched this soul of mine.

To hear the voice of the universe,

A celestial body shall speak to me.

Mars, Roman God of war,

Terrestrial entity nothing more,                                                  

Has spoken to me and told me more,

Than I would ever dream.                    

Created for nothing more,

But to explore,

Getting closer to our reach.

Perhaps its gods voice I hear,

Through this vision I Beseech.                              

For I hear God's words through beauty,

The beauty of a sphere.

Thrown out in space,

For which I will never come near.

Its quite amazing when I come to think,

But then I began to fear.

For everything has an end,

An end to beauty....

An end I hold so dear.