part 12
The
eyes
of
the world on you
and
through you, reflecting
your
thoughts for all the world to see
beyond
itself.
Imbedded
in the universe
like
the movement the wind makes
on
an unfurled sail
-a
fallen feather-
anchored
in memory.
Canvas
black
-through
which some giant pricked needle holes-
is
the backdrop
to
exercise, meditation, study and navigation,
the
time lapse distance doubled
with
every reception and transmission
rippling
the fabric of the star chart.
Did
you
watch,
in your time off,
the
man made satellites orbit round
which
now transmit
stories
and science
from
one planet among many.
One
never named,
nor
discovered,
the
first upon which
this
race to the stars began.
The
story
of
sweat and toil
the
water, and work of which
history
is made
The
errors
made
by those who fought
and
bore the cost for those who lost the war,
they
will fight again, and never end
with
peace
In
the darkness
sing,
the lights are dimmed
for
night around you.
Sleep
and fly as we all do
without
rules,
abandoned
For
all
the measures you make
hereís
the space and time to take
with
you, through the stars.