By a lonely route, my path defined
Where the light of day, meets the dark of night
I reached these lands, pon solitary flight
Far removed, from space and time
Where bottomless chasms, before me stood
And lakes and pools and boundless floods
And restless seas, without a shore
Filled by tears, from shrouded forms
They stood in groups, or in lonesome state
Heads bowed in silence, reflecting the fate
Of one who meant, so much too many
Yet now is lost, to them forever
Here, before endless lakes outspread
Filled by tears, shed for the dead
Alone I stand, here upon the moon
As shrouded forms, pass where I had stood
White-robed forms, of friends long given
In agony on Earth, for me Heaven
Their mournful tears and songs that follow
For my spirit, that walks in shadow
Yet, as I stand here on the moon
I cannot see, nor can I view
The faces of those, whom I held dear
As the path before me, shines so clear
And thus, as my soul here passes
I can but view, through darkened glasses
And make my way, to my final home
As I pass my time, here on the moon
God speed big Jim
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