The starlight that we see at night
has traveled many, many miles.
It carries a tale that is ancient,
ancient history, from whence it has availed.
Three Days

"We are nothing more than the stories that we tell ourselves
and no one story is greater than another"

 Greg Egan

Yesterday

 Galaxy

the past is as an open book

it's waiting to be read
yet some will just refuse to look
let the past remain dead


I

I dreamed of times of old,
as spears of light that rent the dark ...
to reach across the "WHOLE"
and tell a tale that we should hark,
in order to console.

Today

 Moon

the present is a fickle thing,

unable to decide
reality on fleeting wings
in which we must confide


II

from a dream of today,
I awake to reality ...
or is it yesterday,
perhaps tomorrow, it could be
who's the one that can say?

Tomorrow

 Space

the future is an unknown void,

is it for us to see?

though devices we have employed
to see what it might be.


III

Will I dream what's ahead,
or will it stay just out of reach,
and make me think instead ...
that the "Future" can not be breached,
until that time has fled.

Three Days

by Guy S. Bobbitt SR.
Copyright 1993 by Guy S. Bobbitt SR.

Copyright renewed 1998 by Guy S. Bobbitt SR. & Associates INC.
All Rights Reserved.

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