(PAD #06) that eagle day

neil fifty years have gone byso fast just yesterdayI was sittingon the floorwith my class in the schoolassembly room all of us talkingshoutinglaughing all of uswatching a black and whitetv thinking about you thinkingabout youand the moon like it wasthe first timewe'd ever seen it waiting for you waitingexcitedfor an eagle to land up there …

From NASA with love for Christmas: is over

even in the stars explosions fill the void I peer at the shapes and I can see war helmets and I hear the sound of jackboots crushing light beneath them these are the times that they are nothing I can do will change them I know ... I know yet I wonder what a day …

From NASA with love for Christmas: skin like ice like sun-melt

flesh my flesh like ice is dried and broken let my humors rise run free a-floating frosted sand and crackled skin I lie exposed waiting I wait sun come melt me down sun come melt me down sun come melt me down and down down again ~

From NASA with love (for Christmas); stellar saur

eye I waken I (my opened eye) see you beware you stir the star saur awake beware you stir me eye see you (oh yes I do) I (eye) see you I do hush! beware! lest you stir the stellar saur awake ~  

From NASA with love (for Christmas): left behind

and I speak just as though words might make up the heart of the sun I burst out of myself out of me to tell you to reach you and these words are sword they are flame they are ... the wound of me the gaping of this moment I left behind ~

From NASA with love: the wind on Mars blows

I turned my head catch the light that suns throw I turned my head to listen to the night and now I hear to sound of distant blow I hear the sound of the roar of a Martian breeze ~ The sound of wind on Mars

From NASA with love #81: stars pour

Seventeen Syllable Poetry

From NASA with love #75: guide

a light will shine through dust and darkness will bright the space beneath my feet coloured sign of a rising dawn I take my fear I hold my breath I wait until the light shines full on my face like every lost and every lonely I wait the light to be my guide ~

From NASA with love #80: recalling the one I love

the names of the sisters escape me but seven they are seven the weave of their hair laid across my face hides them from my view clouds my thinking except … but … I should not be here so late alone at night so far from that home of mine why am I here the …

From NASA with love #79: as I was

the most I can see are coloured spots of light the least I call star-shine ~ the night is a life of burn and bright the night is nothing so empty ~