Engineering Dreams

space + poetry = nostalgia

There was a time, I used to dream. I look to the stars and I whisper to the moon..."I'll be there soon."
Before you can fly, you must learn to walk, before you walk, you must learn to crawl.

I haven't flew, but someday, somehow, I vowed to the world and made an oath upon a falling star - that I would snap on my helmet and lace up my astronaut suit and zoom 175x10^2 mph up to the orbiting globe.

I walked onto the trail left by others before me, searching, looking and getting lost in the field of dreams. I summon up a map of the stars, memorized like a mantra and gaze forlornly up to the northern star, finding the blazing trails of Hartley 2 instead.

I studied hard, I breathed and slept the wisdom of the numbers; tangling with integrals, swimming with trajectory and wondering if the sin was a hint, that my dreams would slip off onto a tangent.

I crawled through the wonders of science, to the beauty of the world and to the philosophy of life and the trail I blindly followed came to a startling halt.

There before me was the black abyss, dangling my comet until it was but a glimmer just beyond the event horizon, tearing my dreams asunder in general relativity.

Author's Note

It's a fun lil' piece, I hope you guys enjoyed it and despite the end of one dream, there's many to choose from. Don't give up hope, keep on dreaming.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Within your voiced musings, you dance us over dreams... Even in the bitter end of one, there is hope for another sweeter one to arise... And what is more real.. the daylight or our dreams?

[Patrick Gerlits]

The theme of this poem was unique; like most poetry on WC you find one of three things: Love, Sadness and overall stupidity. This was definately a breath of fresh air considering I adhere to the Love/Sad poem relationship as well.

It was interesting how you managed to integrate story format into this poem so effortlessly. It's difficult to write poetry and continue calling it such when you choose to tell a story in a way such as this. The key is imagery and you were able to paint a vast black landscape adorned with thousands of small diamonds (you should probably add that bit about the landscape it sounds nice lol) strewn about the sky like all the grains of sand on all of Earths beaches...Yeah, anyway, before I start writing poetry myself!

"I summon up a map of the stars, memorized like a mantra" this particular line caught my attention as it depicts the incredible dedication this person must have to travel to the stars and bring their dream to fruition--that they would not only memorize a map of stars but utter in their own way, an exact representation of it. So to speak anyway. Heh.

"I studied hard, I breathed and slept the wisdom of the numbers; tangling with integrals, swimming with trajectory and wondering if the sin was a hint, that my dreams would slip off onto a tangent." This here was entirely themed off mathematics; "Tangent" was probably my favorite term and how you used it to describe "Dreams would escape the confines of my inner mind and venture out into the unknown of the world of black, white, yellow and every colour you could possibly imagine." That's what I got from it...anyway, I think adding calculus and algebraic terms (more of them rather) would boost that stanza exponentially.

At any rate, I had fun reading it and writing this...HA!

Hopefully I don't sound crazy, you review my stuff all the time so I'm showing the love!!! Yay!

[Michael X]

wow, this poem is epic and defines itelf though the vast imagery,
so connotative, you have a great way with words,
thanks for sharing your talent.