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| Library Home | | | Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views | Daniel A. Stafford | 1/8/2001 1:36:33 AM
9/3/2010 4:20:11 AM | 1384 |
Ringwalker's TaleYou see it without eyes,
Looking deep inside, you are carried,
Carried away into the outer reaches of the solar system.
Your vision is clouded by nothing,
Stars in their myriad billions clear, steady,
All colors of the spectrum shining with not a twinkle,
And the sun's heat at your back touches not the cold,
But it reminds you that you are near home.
Flying, floating free in the void, you pass red Mars,
Tiny moons Phobos & Deimos circling,
Dust, red and swirling,
Yet you fly on, as this is not where you are going,
Just passing beauty on the way.
You pass through the belt of endlessly circling rocks,
Asteroids in every shape and color,
The waiting supply store for mankind's industries yet to be.
Incredible Jupiter looms near, coffee clouds swirling,
Giant storms twirling,
Moons casting tiny shadows on him like a multi-dimpled chin,
Tiny glowing orbs circling the king in the distance.
Yet you fly on, eyes searching, feeling light as a feather.
You feel not the searing heat nor burning cold,
They cannot touch you now,
Spirit walker in the realm of dreams.
Soon, you see the destination, back dropped with stars,
Myriad moons circling, circling,
But nothing on Lord Saturn's crown,
Tiny bits of rock and snow,
Fanned out and encircling his shining brow,
So thin, yet so spectacular.
You play hopscotch, skipping a step from stone to ice ball,
Round the giant planet like a circling record,
And as you kneel in his glorious presence,
A vision overtakes you,
Fragile ships full of men and machines flying free of Mother Earth,
Fanning out in all directions,
Landing on moons and building, building.
Everywhere glowing jewels of light spring forth,
Tiny spheres of life and water, green plants.
Glass balls floating free,
Or tiny worlds tucked in hollowed out rocks the size of a state.
Lord Saturn has gifted you with your descendants' destiny in vision,
Should they just choose it so,
They can walk his rings someday,
Even as the cradle of Mother Earth is rocked by falling stone,
Life has surpassed the point of danger,
And those who now fly through the heavens can lend a hand from above,
Recovering and rebuilding, forever expanding,
Leaving father Sol's light and spreading outward through the vast black,
The ocean of night that so patiently awaits our visit,
Worlds under distant suns now so lonely,
Someday to become homes.
Ringwalker, do you see?
Ringwalker, visionary part of me,
I pray in time,
Let it be so.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C)2001
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Author's CommentsPlease stop by my site and join my new webring
If you have a site with poetry, especially about space.
The Space Poet's Ring is open to all poetry pages.
| Library Home | | | Author | Date Entered/Modified | Views | Daniel A. Stafford | 1/8/2001 1:36:33 AM
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