Going to space and then returning home, described as nothing any better than earth.

In the beginning of the galaxy,

reality follows up in a different world.

The atmosphere is warmer and much less curled.

Gravitation at the center

is the sole printer

of each and every star.

Floating towards the columns,

the function of different cells,

depicts the source that tells

of a brighter place not in space.

The earth is a different art

that is drawn apart,

by the creation of time.

Corner to corner

and line by line,

with a gesture made in rhyme.

Solid earth and its fruits,

having long built in roots,

extending to the center of nothingness,

where the only thing that can be seen

is a black hole of darkness.

Rising to the great big blue,

what an atmosphere,

who had a clue?

Breathless and speechless on ascent,

the experience has left a permanent imprint.

So many miles in so little time,

faster and faster making the climb.

Gravity returns to all things.

No more need for invisible wings.

Whither to go,

and whither to roam.

There is nothing any better

than an earthly home.

Image via Wikipedia

Image via Wikipedia

Image via Wikipedia

 

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  • jimbob1 on Dec 9, 2009

    DB…Hard to beat the lyrics of old standard songs…No matter how far we ramble, no matter how far we roam there is No Place Like Home. You have done an admirable job of reminding us of that very important fact. Just can’t beat Mother Earth in spite of all the scars we have left here and the tragic things we have done and are doing to her. Another wonderful poem. Thanks.

  • Stan Wilson on Dec 14, 2009

    Great pictures to go with the write ups…excellente….

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