Somewhere Beyond The Dust Poem by Steve Santerre

Somewhere Beyond The Dust



As astute a man that can ponder such an idea,
Fierce and crazed by the prospect it holds
Not merely for wealth or fame but for much more you hear,
Driven and enlightened by this realization, now, more than ever
Aware and awoken, willing and able
To change the game, to create and to imagine
A new world, not of today, or of yesterday
But a place unfamiliar and strange
A universe of hopes and dreams, of possibility
The future, I say, lies in our reach, for the future
Is not so far away…

The test of time, the ticking clock
Seconds, minutes, hours pass us by
Not even stopping for us to notice them
But see, we all are condemned to be watchers of such things
Sitting by time, like children hearing tales and stories
By the fire at night, hearing grandfathers voice
The wise old soul that speaks of a world changed
A tale of light exploding in the sky, all turning to dust
A story of man landing on the moon, impossible we shout!
To say that horses with wheels can drift and turn, I so do doubt
For such things cannot occur, not in this time or place
But maybe somewhere, far, far away…

Now, the time has come, and at old age,
The stories still carry weight, and significance
A man who was once a boy, innocent and loving
Grown thinking of what lies in the sky, at infinity,
A quest no more great as it is fantastical,
But see, it came to be, all those ideas and thoughts
Realized and rationalized against those
Who question and disbelieve,
But no more, no more will they,
For we can travel beyond the stars and light now,
To a strange place, far, far away...

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