It’s been a while since I’ve left the galaxy. The night’s so clear and spring has left the sky bright with black. The Milky Way holds no charm for me. Winter has taken that. So I’m stilling myself again. Quiet now. Here I go.Up like a feather I rise to reach the edge, I’m headed out to Dwingeloo. I lean back, as if I’m floating. I let my feet take the lead for once. I wonder as I go. Did an Australian name this neighbor galaxy? It’s got that Australian sounding kind of name. Dwingeloo. Why didn’t we hear about that spiral galaxy when I was still in school?
I just know I would have made up stories about a place called Dwingeloo.
Now I have to settle for a visit one Friday night here in my mind.
Dwingeloo. Home of dragons and fairy princesses. I know that magical things must happen inside that spiral I see. Maybe you’re the parallel universe we all talk about. Maybe you’re the place where there’s another me.
Dwingeloo. Home of Dwingeliz.
That’s too much imagining for even me.
—me strauss Letting me be
2 comments:
Hi Dwingeliz,
It's all right to imagine and dream, otherwise there won't be great inventions and art and literature.
Compare to the cosmos out there, our Earth, even the Solar system, is really really tiny.
Space. Always fascinating. Are there other civilizations out there? Sigh, now I am more concerned about the mundane things in life, like bringing home the dinner. But once a while i do look up there, and dream.
i once wrote a poem about space. It's here if you want to read it.
another wonderful article from you. and sorry for this long comment.
Hello Dsnake!
Your comments are so welcome. The longer the better, and will enjoy the chance to read your poem as soon as I finish mine. I do enjoy imagining very much thoughout this space that is my blog, my inner space and outer space. Just a Dwingeliz does seem to be a bit much! :)
Liz
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