From NASA with love #21: from you to me

and I will fly away one day leave you the sun behind me leave you loop around the darkened world I never see because you I will fly away leave everything you are behind leap into the un- known beyond you the sun and everything that I have ever been to me ~

the labyrinth

go left at the first three turns turn right turn now go left at the next three turns turn right now and turn turn again turn into the heart go left at the first three turns then go back to the beginning ~ Poem #418 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and …

From NASA with love #20: barking

I have a fox on my mind a dog sniffing point I see the way ahead in sniffs and smells I know the the night in yelps in yapping ways I have a fox upon my mind again I bark at the face that is the moon every night ~  

more is less

I fill my time as full as I can I cram it something like a suitcase the fuller I fill it and the more that I can squeeze into every possible instant the shorter my time seems to grow ~ Poem #417 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard …

From NASA with love #19: go by

go run like the wind and go there is never an end so just go there is none but the sky and you go pass me again by and by ~

From NASA with love #18: dance with the scorpion

dance to the touch of the scorpion's claw leap like a wraith of the night the star light is free and the darkness is wide so dance in the scorpion's claw ~

the entertainer (last show)

he smiled showed teeth as he performed first juggling small batons three four lit and thrown and caught over and again a fiery pinwheel returned by hand to the air returned via parabola to hand then the longer pole lit at both ends dancing leaping he and his flames in accord mesmerizing the night with …

From NASA with love #17: one more turn (around)

should I turn around again will I fall down on my face I can feel myself beginning to feel giddy I don't know where I left my feet perhaps I'm walking on the air but one more time around feels like it will be one turn too many falling into black deep inside a hole if I turn …

need to black

there is an urgency in the ink today a desperate need to write something in the black onto the white as I yearn to place myself onto the paper I am driven to black myself in words ~ Poem #415 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

From NASA with love #15: young stars

young stars at play surge and soar around every by-way let the stuff of mighty matter roar young stars won't heed they have no lasting attention young stars young rainbow stars play and play until they fill all the spaces the vast emptiness of heaven ~