WHERE DREAMS ESCAPE

There's a vail between,
Earth and space.
A place that's never been.

A waiting space,
Hidden from the human race.
A void where nothings believed

Where dreams take shape,
Wether your asleep,
Or stay awake.

A hidden world,
In outer space a place,
Were thoughts take shape.

Then travel on the solar winds,
Down to world's like earth,
Where life itself begins.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-04-26 at 00:51

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Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Alan,

I like to think our life force becomes a star when we pass on, energy continuing. When I read your poem it expanded that imagery for me. Perhaps we were also stars to begin with, just waiting for our chance to shoot to earth and live a life then return again to space, a circle of life and light. True or not, it makes me happy to think it.

Sincerely,
Melinda
2026-04-26


arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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2026-04-26