I'll try and refrain from posting all of my poems, one person has told me I have written over 1,000 of them since 1992.
Here is one of a type I call future nostalgia
poem: moon base of my heart
[ Copyright by me, 2009. All Rights Reserved. ]
[ background music: the piano part from 'Captain of Her Heart' (US version) by Double, but just a bit slower. Note that I don't actually post music, nor is it a word substitution. It has more to do with, a song is playing in another room while you read this poem. The music drifts down the hallway so you hear it in the background. ]
I remember long ago,
as I travel to the stars,
the first lunar station of my heart,
it sat there lonely,
for many years.
Just a small speck of light,
on the lunar surface,
the lights on Earth drowning it out,
in their many brilliance.
Oh, I remember the first Apollo landing,
on the lunar surface.
Mercury, Gemini to,
and the astronauts and cosmonauts that died,
making it all possible.
Now the starships, Martian cities,
and the lights upon distant planets,
drown out the long gone light,
from that first lunar station.
Oh, I still remember it there,
its small light beckoning,
in the Deep Dark,
now so brightly shining.
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