I hear you can't go home again
If you had one to begin...
Another start of another end
Living on the rend
They say the storms on Venus
Are not something to be missed
The lightning shines the brightest in
The darkest grasp of space
And so I sing a soft goodbye
To familiar satellites
That hung around my neck so long
The view eclipsed my sight
Said, you're right
And there's nothing like
Flying
Into the face of a storm
Flying
And not coming home
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2 comments:
"another start of another end."
Great line Tim...
nice poem also. Almost always a sad bent to them...
I'm always happy to see when you've posted here.
Thanks Pat. You're right I do tend to post sadder stuff here. I need to put up some of my brighter pieces.
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