MMs Challenge November 22nd.
When a myriad of sapphires sparkled bright: in syncopated twinkling, one Festive night, traversed - for long their universal right - the Milky Way, I was overcome with delight. Wrapped warmly - the night was cool - in a shawl, naught but a wisp of wool, I was beguiled and began to dream. In my reverie, I hatched a scheme whereby, I’d ride a comet into space on a journey to a far distant place, to see galaxies, in nebula profusion, fly by in kaleidoscopic confusion. Seemingly my dream became reality, as planets and stars, flashed by me! Though I knew not one from the other, suddenly one, surely earth’s twin brother? A mirror image, flying by in blurred haste, was seen as naught but a desolate waste! Even now, as I recall my dream and write, I shudder! Such a forsaken, barren sight, and the bleakest land, I have ever seen! Was it a sign, that earth, verdant green, will be as this, unless we change our ways to stay the spoiling, that’s rife these days? Will our unique oasis, drifting in solitary state suffer the same perceived, lifeless fate that befell every planet known to man? Today, I thank my lucky stars that I can enjoy the many gifts earth offers me. As for my dream? May it never become reality!
Rhymer. November 25th, 2017. Words used: Sparkle(d), Sapphire(s), Festive, Wisp, Wool, Right, Dream, Brother, Write, Thank.
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