To the Stars

When all I felt was trepidation and blindness I looked up at you,

And you, you shine and glow,

And seemed to live up in that endless

Black universe of infinite possibility and space.

And not just space the place,

But a physical openness and emptiness,

But at the same time not empty because 

There were stars and nebulas and planets and 

Suns and black holes to fill it.

 

It was empty and full at the same time and I want to be up there;

I want to caress Saturn’s rings to see if they'd cut my fingertips,

And stroke the ridged, damaged spine of an asteroid belt. 

I want to be held by the dying light of a star 

As it collapses into a black hole and sucks me in.

To see the brilliant colors of Venus 

Sink and fade into muddy browns and violent oranges

To be swallowed up by simplest of things,

Emptiness, and float along into eternity 

All the while wanting for more

 

You awaken in me adventure,

And with this adventure, with this desire 

To know and feel all that comes with the human experience and more,

I find an ancient instinctual desire to be and exist more.

To reach for more stars with ever-shortening arms

And keep on reaching anyway

To travel to moons and far away galaxies 

With nothing but sheer will power for fuel

And my own fragile self for a ship. 

 

You've awakened a wanderlust in me

One that will only be sated by destruction or 

The breathtaking beauty of an infinite universe and all its treasures, 

And I hope to God I don't burn out in my atmosphere

An empty shell, holding nothing but an empty fuel tank and ripped metal siding 

Before I can glimpse that which I know

Is waiting for me a million miles away.

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