snoozing
wishing
the earth is outside my bedroom window
but this body is held captive
by gravity
ironic isn't it
the earth itself holding me
holding me back
from herself
she can only be seen from a distance
a distance she does not allow
between us
distance does make the heart grow fonder
seeing her transposed against the blackness
the rich cool velvet
of space
against a backdrop of stars
of distant suns
beckoning me
does she fear my departure
thus clings to me with invisible hands
will she miss me
when the distance between us grows
as sure as time moves on
as sure as the human race
moves on
into the calling
the dark beyond
will she let us go if
we tell her we'll never really leave
if we tell her
that we'll come back?
