Time Travel
 
The door slides open with a whoosh
One determined step after the other
I look through the two windows
Windows to the soul of my ship
 
There is motion as my journey's underway
A pit stop in the past that fleets by
A memory of yesteryear that causes me to cry
The currents of time sway my time ship
 
I press the brake at today thinking it looks okay
and proceed further at light speed, future ahead
Reaching the shores of space in my mind race
Behind me I see only the battles I faced
 
I lean forward and my nose touches the glass
Suddenly my ship runs out of dream fuel
Reality drive kicks in and my ship starts to spin
Time travel ends fast since the fuel didn't last
 
velbar

I enjoyed reading this poem, Velbar. The theme is particularly appealing to me. "dream fuel" and "reality drive" are clever phrases.

Nice poem .