Behind These Eyes

Weightless.

The astronaut straitens his suit,

 His helmet a bulbous gem in the

Vacuity of space.

The cosmos glitters in all directions,

The effulgence of far-off moons

And pin-prick stars

And angler's lure for

His weary soul.

He pushes off.

His gloved hands grasp at glittering dust,

The shining fragments of innumerable suns,

Crushed and scattered,

Lighting the vastness with their brilliance.

He drifts through galaxies,

Amongst massive bodies of earth and light.

He cups their radiant scintillations

In his time hardened hands--

Asteroids meander past,

Collecting the suns' rays in their

Pockets and pock-marks.

He revels in the brilliance of it all,

Seating himself briefly on the tail

Of a fleeing comet.

He pushes off.

Author's Note

Dreams.