Space is My Mistress Poem by Don Pettit
Space is My Mistress
Space is my Mistress,
and she beckons my return.
Since our departure I think of you
and yearn to fly across the heavens arm in arm.
I marvel at your figure,
defined by the edges of continents.
You gaze at me with turquoise eyes,
perhaps mistaken for ocean atolls.
You tease me to fall into your bosom,
sculptured by tectonic rifts,
only to move away as if playing some tantalizing game.
Time and time we turn together,
through day, and night, and day,
repeating encounters every 90 minutes with a freshness,
as if we have never seen our faces before.
We stroll outside together,
enveloped by naked cosmos,
filled with desire to be one.
So close,
you sense my every breath,
which masks your stare through visor haze.
We dance on the swirls of cloud tops,
while skirting the islands of blue.
You know my heart beats fast for you.
Oh, Space is my mistress,
and when our orbits coincide,
we will once again make streaks of aurora across the sky.
Nicely written, Don. I would like to have that vantage point. But still, when I lament the fact that I will never be able to travel in space, I walk outside on clear nights and gaze up, reminding myself that I am indeed flying through space on a rather large, spherical ship. Thank you for sharing, sir. Peace
My word! what a comparison! . beautiful! i've read so many comparison to a loved one but never like this one.So intelligent. you have brought Space alive and breathing in your poem. I have respect for the poem and to you as as an astronaut.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 4:12:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely piece of poetry depicting the wonder and beauty of flying. It's a well articulated poem insightfully penned with conviction. A nice one indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.