A
Science Fantasy
“If
man were meant to fly, he would have grown wings!”
I’d
rather side with Da Vinci, and dream of many things.
Like
understanding the source of a star’s power,
And
why it doesn’t burn out.
Like
knowing the origin of species.
Even
when there are those who still cast doubt.
And
walking on the Moon too soon.
Such
a mighty summit to mount.
To
planting new organs in us working.
Once
again, to dance and shout.
With
fearful delight, we must take flight,
Into
the future, with or without.
We
cannot stop our fateful journey.
Until
the fire of the idea, burns out.
Copyright 2001 © Ronald W. Hull
7/7/01