“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label ISS Scott Kelly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ISS Scott Kelly. Show all posts
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Afloat tonight
Light,
light feather
as a
chit for chat
idle, chew the fat
nonsense
weather
whether
I fear
I cannot hear
(the talk is too small)
-It's your call-
(don't answer)
rhetorically,
what if...
light-ly
Light
as an **IDEA**
wham-bam
Thank You
shhhh
(snores
ignored tonight)
Up like the moonlight
I'll be
Light
light
as ignite
(that's right)
Incite-I might try
to light your fire
a spark
gleaming
in the dark
Light-years
away...
(Please,
keep your beacon bright for me).
Image By NASA/Scott Kelly over Italy from ISS[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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