#joyandfear
I am a foreign body, floating on the moon's surface,
suit-protected.....winds are blowing without cease.
high and low i go, over its dark craters
strange, not seeing fog or mist in the atmosphere.
the cold quiet leaves me in awe
soundless, as the moon that glows
'pon which i raise my eyes to, from below
i sense a mix of joy and fear....i don't know
this boundless heaven has me conquered
the moon, and its silence......so open-ended
...if it's possible....i have often wondered
who knows, somebody must've dared, or tried,
i believe those wise words most often uttered:
...no man is an island...
from the moon's surface, i could picture
bright events to come in a few days...i'm sure
fires of red, blue and green would soon be bursting
to light the world...when the new year comes marching
there's this longing...to go home, to my earth
where God meant me to be, the planet of my birth
to celebrate life...the present, the future, even the past
....to show, to speak my gratitude......no matter what...
Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
December 29, 2018
(a work of fiction)
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC