Comsonautic Love

Incomplete overtures, whistfully played but rarely heard, left my heart for you
 
Songs best left unsung found tunes, and poetry found phrasing for you
A million missions to the farthest reaches of the galaxy left me for you
Unrealized, these are merely gestures
 
Handily shared with the universe, today
cold
unwelcoming
unfriendly and forevermore lonely
 
I am a cosmonaut in an outpost
Northeastern Siberia isn’t such a bad place
Memories of bears terrorize my days
So I stare into the starful night
Imagining your gaze, that simple time when
 
My penmanship found purpose
Imagery found audience
Flow – I found flow
 
I wonder what the cosmonauts would think about
Perastroyka
Democracy
Capatalism
Purpose
If you didn’t come around anymore
 

Published by Adam

Adam F. C. Fletcher helps organizations engage people more successfully. Contact him by calling (360) 489-9680 or emailing info@adamfletcher.net.

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