Into the Final Frontier
As we laid on the grass and looked at the crescent,
I grabbed my love’s hand and dreamt.
I began to speak but she was incessant
And said “I know what you must attempt.”
The rocket awaited and how I so hated
And cherished the long kiss goodbye.
We quickly debated as to what I was fated.
My mission to the moon was nigh.
She tried not to cry as a tear filled an eye,
But I promised to come back to her soon
I’d cut through the sky and she’d watch me fly
To be the first man to land on the moon.
I left her there and could feel her stare
Piercing and pummeling my soul.
With a quick prayer I strapped in my chair
And prepared to launch towards our goal.
The countdown was slow,
And the liftoff was fast.
Rocketing into the future,
And away from the past.
My vision blurred
From the force of the blast.
I eyed my controls,
But what I saw last
Was the picture of my love
Taped to the glass.
I awoke spinning, alone in the blackness of space,
The radio dead and the engines astray,
But the stars swirled behind your smiling face,
And behind me my home slipped away.
We sat in the cockpit and talked of each star
With the Earth now a withering pebble.
I tried to grab your hand but it was too far,
And from my heart my mind did rebel
Alone I sat, wandering through the dark
Dreaming of your eyes looking at me.
I ripped up your picture that stared at a mark
That was not me and never could be.
I drift to the stars I will never reach,
Away from that to which I’ll never return
And while I wander, I pray for a breach,
But all I can do is sit and yearn.
more by KRAMER LINDELL
photograph by Jay Mantri
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