Corona XV



XV

Relativity could not protect me
From this journey. (A thousand years alone,
A sea of endless black, of points of light,
Of warm stars and the cold space in between.)
I have grown old, greyed and wasted away
In an eternity of induced sleep.
With my eyes open, I know what I am:
A dog without a home, floating, dreaming.
I see you, your smile bright against the void,
Shining like nebulae through a viewport,
Beauty viewed through a glass darkly. Sickly
I mutter (mad at last, or perhaps not)
A blue promise of happiness: Like Earth
Circling the sun, I will return to you