Email this Document to a Friend!
| Library Home | |
| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
Daniel A. Stafford | 9/8/2000 8:14:37 PM
9/2/2010 8:42:15 AM | 1988 |
Red Rock, Rusty City
I saw them, climbing away into the night,
Waving good-bye to the rumble,
And heat, of their soaring spirits.
My children will live in a new place and time.
Saying good-bye is so hard,
While they risk all to future visions.
*************************
Dad sure was misty eyed, standing down there.
I could feel it all the way from the upside dark.
I hope the video cams are as good as they say.
Lets send him hello, we're landing today!
All this floating for months on end.
The dark and the stars our constant companions.
Now the rumbling fear and heat of our fall wins.
Our minds Falling into a new world.
The suit visor with me always now, I look out.
That rusty red is everywhere!
A world of stone greets me, and the sky follows.
Red, Red, everywhere a million shades of rust and sunset stone.
Down in the valley the sunlight falls, contrast.
The red brick of entrances to a city buried under rust,
Comprised of materials as ancient as this landscape.
Their presence a stark newness in this old beyond always place.
The rover a bright splash of white and color,
And red stone rectangles so precisely stacked into home.
The sunlight is always tinted to sunset here,
A forever twilight world I now call home.
Stepping into the maw of rusty brick smooth,
And the twin doors that hold back the Red Empty,
I climb out of my suit, cleaning seals and taking time.
Walking down, down, into the red brick bowels.
A world alive under the Red Desert, made of red rock rust.
How could there be so much red brick in the world?
The whole world is a worn red stone brick.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)2000
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Author's Comments
Visions of a future...a city built of red brick buried
under the red world surface, tight, incredibly layered
world of subterranean red brick where a man can
live unsuited. An outpost in a world we will evolve.
A new basket for the eggs. Replace the colors with
gray and silver, black starry night sky always, this
same scene could be our Moon in time.
| Library Home | |
| Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views |
Daniel A. Stafford | 9/8/2000 8:14:37 PM
9/2/2010 8:42:15 AM | 1988 |
View other items by this Author
To post a comment, you must first be logged in.
You can create an account or log in using the links at the bottom of this page.| Comments |
Total Comments: 0
Email this Document to a Friend!
[Back to Doc Library]
