Poems Don't Have to Rhyme

Space Fever

Nowhere else in my life

Is there a more romantic association

Than with outer space.

I've found myself missing it

The sea of stars,

The silence of the vacuum,

The solitude of emptiness.

Weightless, airless, soundless,

There is only the

glittering lights,

Brighter than Paris

And the hot-cold extremes

And the space marines.

All I ask is a tall space-ship

And all the stars in the universe to sail by.