I look longingly at the stars
That is when all else is dim enough
To acknowledge their promise.
There's a whole set of worlds out there.
Other planets orbiting other suns
Other planets other lifeforms like to call home.
I think I'd like to go and explore it, alone.
A grand voyage to map the great unknown.
I pray space dementia passes me by.
I think I like the look of it very much indeed.
Because although it's cold and strange in space
Up there it's so free
Up there it is all unsullied beauty.
But by the time they build a suitable spacecraft
It'll be twice there and back from the time they forgot about witchcraft.
Up there will still be waiting.
Up there will be available to my children's children
If I get round to having some.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem