mhauck@ihuxk.UUCP (06/07/83)
All 6/7/83
All the time that passes
Is just a speck of nothing.
Dreams live forever, man dies!
To the moon, and beyond
A dream made true.
Wonder of what can not be.
Fill the air with wishes.
Move and be moved, by what?
Flow with life, not against.
Ride high, be what is.
Look up, stars fill the sky.
We are but a dream.
>From the stars point-of-view
Move quickly, or lose
Rejoice and live, then die.
M.J.Hauck