It was the one thing that we shared
on muddy evenings grained in blue
We awoke with the moon, soaring above the blossoming night,
stars like seeds spilled across your eyes
the crush of eternity unable to touch us, yet.
Around cold corners and along brick buildings
the poet forever writes his verse, like an architect,
hiding far below a glistening Manhattan skyline.
The city gave me life, vibrations of lost loves
entwined with beating hearts anew
and I fell for your different name,
On The Way To The International Space Station
As the Earth disappears in a decreasing blue ball in the rear view mirror, two astronauts discover that life is not all beer and…