Once we encountered
a planet's weather.
The atmosphere's air
as light as a feather.
I would ****
to relate my ordeal.
Yet I wondered
'how shall I commence?'
For her story is a big deal.
Hope
could not smear her streaks on
us there.
Determination
was lost in the dark shadows.
Uncertainty
were our bright shinning stars.
Fear, the pillow underneath our heads.
Life sometimes guises herself in this form. It's a temporary phenomena. It always fizzles out.