where is sleep lost to trance of dream
heart wonders by swing of wind
stance latches on to flames of fire
as your call wakes to toll the sway
heart bestirs to touch moon on its skin
Neil Armstrong knows depth of joy
head bending to knee to touch dust
hats off to tower of tryst with destiny
yes, i can ! reach even through red of fire
to pluck hope like flower in hand
blood mills through anchoring pain
sweats gleans into the fold of glow
wishes reel through dappled wings of breeze
sun rises ahead by the will of conquest.
Moon rips through distance with gleams
There is the resonance by call of autumn
As solitude whispers to reason truth
