Extraterrestrial Afterlife

The ascension and descension of a ferris wheel

Cycling slowly as I feel your lips with mine

World crashing down as we float up and feel

Space lifting us while gravity fails to keep us in line

 

The universe you and I see

Is far different from the former world of ours

Emerald green skies with glittering stars, grass like lapis lazuli

Hazy pink moon, seconds are molded like clay into hours

 

Patterns of unknown species stampede beneath us

Odd shapes with faces resemblant of each animal

Trees float around while I see below, the world creating a grief-stricken fuss

And it dawns upon me that we aren't alive at all

 

For we've died and are forever married in space afterlife

Surreal and extraterrestrial, where it's peaceful without strife

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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