I trekked a trail in a grimy wood,
Pursuing destiny, fate behind me stood
I hummed a tune of great remorse
And ruminated a late divorce
Then
I found a man in a half-burned astronaut suit
The lining was charred, he only had one boot
No ship near, no crew—a sole soul
Lying in the middle of a crater; a grain of rice in a salad bowl
He spoke to me through strained speech,
Telling secrets geniuses wish to teach
He said the stars of dreams were within his reach
But the bounds of worlds are ones men cannot breach
This astronaut
Had his suit tied with barely an Ashley knot
I’d just shipwrecked, floated ashore at half a knot
I asked him to tell of his ship, he said “I’d rather not”
But his tongue had no fetter
To quell his grand eloquence, for worse or for better
Nebulas in the wind,
Spires on the moon,
Galaxies in the horizon...
He muttered of such as though humming a tune
As I sighed a breath of great remorse
And contemplated the great divorce
He pulled a smile then grabbed my hand
And said, “The future is the greatest land.”
I tried,
I tried to stay by his side,
But my every insistence was denied
He commanded to be left to roam
The lands and worlds that he called “home”
But never has it left my mind;
My only encounter of this kind
To this day I don’t know if they were things he’d seen
Or fancy thrills he had dreamed
But I’ve never known a mind so keen
To make fables real as his words seemed
And since that day I’ve sought to find
The experiential treasures he had mined
See, never has it left my mind,
That day my near-death was left behind
Yes, never has it left my mind
Because he illumined the darkened eyes of mine
Or perhaps it has never left my mind
Because when I found him
He was blind.
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
I trekked a trail in a grimy wood,
Pursuing destiny, fate behind me stood
I hummed a tune of great remorse
And ruminated a late divorce
Then
I found a man in a half-burned astronaut suit
The lining was charred, he only had one boot
No ship near, no crew—a sole soul
Lying in the middle of a crater; a grain of rice in a salad bowl
He spoke to me through strained speech,
Telling secrets geniuses wish to teach
He said the stars of dreams were within his reach
But the bounds of worlds are ones men cannot breach
This astronaut
Had his suit tied with barely an Ashley knot
I’d just shipwrecked, floated ashore at half a knot
I asked him to tell of his ship, he said “I’d rather not”
But his tongue had no fetter
To quell his grand eloquence, for worse or for better
Nebulas in the wind,
Spires on the moon,
Galaxies in the horizon...
He muttered of such as though humming a tune
As I sighed a breath of great remorse
And contemplated the great divorce
He pulled a smile then grabbed my hand
And said, “The future is the greatest land.”
I tried,
I tried to stay by his side,
But my every insistence was denied
He commanded to be left to roam
The lands and worlds that he called “home”
But never has it left my mind;
My only encounter of this kind
To this day I don’t know if they were things he’d seen
Or fancy thrills he had dreamed
But I’ve never known a mind so keen
To make fables real as his words seemed
And since that day I’ve sought to find
The experiential treasures he had mined
See, never has it left my mind,
That day my near-death was left behind
Yes, never has it left my mind
Because he illumined the darkened eyes of mine
Or perhaps it has never left my mind
Because when I found him
He was blind.
