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
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
If you didn’t come around anymore

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