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



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