Spaceman...They say you dream of floating
When your oxygen runs out--
But you longer want to float.
Dreaming of home for long enough
That when eyelids slip closed
You are there;
The air is fresh,
There are plants and animals and rain--
The ground is solid beneath toes--
You don't want to wake
But you do--
And find yourself behind a visor and see a star-scape,
Then feel that imaginary Terra-firma crumble.
Nothing but the void to hear homesick despairing sobs.
Inner voice too much, to LOUD.
So is the radio static.
So is the silence.
Longing for a place that you can never see again.
Clinging desperately to the air-starved mind delusions.
Feeling something other than sweat and the inside of a sealed suit.
Unable to escape
The faces and places in minds eye
They will all fade out slowly.
You hope the alien world fades first.
Never closer to home than in each fading heartbeat...
DollyEyesI saw how you had been left in a corner,
You had wide-painted-dolly-eyes,
Glassy and glazed over--
Although you were far from drunk.
Your glass was empty.
Giving no emotions out
Reflecting only those around you;
The perfect poker face,
Unable to escape past the bodies
That penned you in,
As every word you spoke was ignored;
The one person beside you
That ought to be listening
Engrossed in vapid chatter.
You love unconditionally
I watch how it's wasted.