March 5, 1999

 

Leaving Earth

 

A gleam, a glimmer

reflection of the skies

within the shallow pool

fantastic for its depth

 

A dream unending

barely known as such

a vast, unsated yearn

to be where that light is

 

How many good men gone

the way all flesh must go

have seen and dreamed and longed

the pleasing of that hope

 

Begun

atop columns of fire

scant miles short of the goal

ending where tomorrow starts