Hammock hanging on stars

How much Would I pay to go there to the moonIf I could Spend a dayOr possibly a cold nightNaah I wouldn’t goOn that desolate rockI like it better hereshiningwith white cold lightthere I would fretwrapped in a suitall grumpyhopping around in gravity one sixthwith schedule all tighttheremaybe I would sit and watchmy earth riseContinue reading “Hammock hanging on stars”

In the flying sky above

Yes, the land was visible, clear From the flying blue sky, And the floating white clouds, everything, as clear as thatA little familiar, a little strange, what name did we keep?by what name did we call? Yes I faintly remember, it was something like thatIt eluded mejust when I remembered When we would be closerMaybeContinue reading “In the flying sky above”