“Little Astronauts”
Hushed luminaries launch sleepily from the field,
No blueprint their own, but our own mood they build,
Sweet water falls past me, a good kind of chilled,
Their hypnotized song means our fate is sealed.
Like campfire sparks climb the ladder of night,
Like ice floats in water, we know that it’s right,
A law, a contract, not signed, sealed tight,
A wicked charmer leaves a mark and a bite.
When once you’ve cast them, you’ve seen God,
Imaginary feet on my way never trod,
Unencumbered by gravity, the mundane sod,
The same as a wink or a secret nod.
God, loving us, splattered with His gold paint brush,
As magic as the moment, a first, gasped hush,
As remembered as the field, emerald and lush,
As tender as a young girl’s first love blush.
They float along drunken, imbibed from the air,
Besotted from the night and without a care,
Nowhere to be, but not a moment to spare,
A truth they know and just can’t share.
The cotton candy air parts for my wake,
I debate the chance I just might take,
And whether it’s a memory or a mistake I make,
It’s impossible to fathom all that’s at stake.
Like trying to carry water with only your hand,
Like trying to build a beach with one grain of sand,
We’ll slip off those tethering, old, tight bands,
And watch those astronauts to see where they land.
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