Tarantula Nebula, Hubble Image courtesy NASA and Wikimedia Commons (PD)
A Million Lights
A million lights above me
Candles in the sky
Beacons in the dark of night
Cannot tell me why.
This fragile rock we live on
Trivial and lone
A home so small and simple
The only one we own.
Many voices on the wind
Striving to be heard
No matter how you dress us up
We’re petty and absurd.
A million lights above me
Darkness here below
Can’t we all just get along?
We’ve nowhere else to go.
A Million Lights © Connie J. Jasperson 2015, All Rights Reserved
Life in the Realm of Fantasy 
Nicely done Connie. My sentiments about our world also.
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Thank you, Dave.
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In small tribal societies or former eastern bloc countries where the individual feels powerless to resist or change the tyrant, that powerlessness translates into stories of flying, or into verbal levity as the only means of preserving sanity in an absurdly oppressive world. Hopefully we haven’t got there yet.
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@Scott–That is intriguing and I can see why that would be so. I’ve a friend from Beijing China whose fantasy work often features flying (without an aircraft).
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