How does the astronaut feel,
after having sat countless nights in solitude,
staring up at the off-black sky,
and falling in love with the stars;
How does he feel when he approaches
for the first time the grandeur of a planet in space?
Can you imagine?
Every impossible thought taking shape?
Tangible; in his eyes, in his very reach.
My fingers won't stop trembling,
Please don't take it away.