Asteroid.
It soars alone
Higher than a ship may sail; a plane may fly
Up towards a brooding light,
Too beautiful, just passing by.
Spaceman,
Will you reach home?
Further than the eye can see; the mind can think
Back and forth there is no fear,
In wonderment, all lest he sink.
Free:
The first flies too fast; yet still strong and so true.
The second too swift, in actuality
'Oh Sky. My Ode is but to know you'
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Poetry, the Stars; and whatever Space lies between
PoetryPoetry from my teens. Rather edgy, slightly disjointed, questionably articulated.... Not unlike my life.