August 20, 2009

telescoper...

the further out
the quieter the sound
of the far off
long lost
mess of the
world.

spinning below,
10,000 miles
it makes much more sense to me.

the longer without air
the higher i feel
for the inevitable crash back.

just one more moment,
out here,
with the stars around my ears...

then tumbling back to you,
whom i never should have left alone,
but never had enough guts
to step off
and try the weightless.

you don't know what you were missing.