In a serene moonlit night, a child looks out a window, filled with awe at the endless possibilities before him, as the poem “Cosmic Dreams: A Child’s Journey Through Time and Space” encourages exploration of a child’s imaginative world. Inspired by memories of my dear beloved son, who was but 5 years old at the time, this poem explores the beauty and wonder of the natural world, the power of dreams, and the limitless potential of the human spirit. His memory continues to inspire me. Through the eyes of a young observer, we witness the simple joys and profound insights that can be found in even the most ordinary moments.
A child, a tiny star, gazes out,
A window’s frame, a universe about.
A crescent moon, a silver crescent, gleams,
A paper boat, adrift in puddle’s dreams.

A lantern’s glow, a flickering flame,
Pierces through the darkness, like a guiding aim.
In dreams, a world of wonder takes its flight,
A child’s imagination, soaring free and bright.

Like a tiny astronaut, exploring space,
A universe unfolds, a magical place.
With eyes wide open, a child’s heart aglow,
The stars and moon, a cosmic show.

What secrets do the constellations hold?
What stories do the moonbeams unfold?
A child’s wonder, a universe’s grace,
A journey through time, a timeless space.

Beyond the windowpane, a cosmos vast,
A child’s imagination, forever cast.
A tiny vessel, adrift in life’s vast sea,
Seeking meaning, purpose, destiny.

In the moonlight’s glow, a reflection deep,
Of dreams and hopes, a universe to keep.
A child’s wonder, a timeless art,
A universe within, a beating heart. universe within, a beating heart.

Years passed, and the boy grew into a man. The world outside his window had changed, but the universe within remained as vast and mysterious as ever. He carried the childlike wonder of those moonlit nights with him, a guiding star in the labyrinth of life.
Though he may have forgotten the exact details of his cosmic dreams, the spirit of exploration and the belief in the infinite possibilities of the universe remained etched in his soul.
As a father, I love him and miss him terribly, but I find solace in knowing that a piece of his childhood wonder lives on within him.

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