Up up away, up into the sky,
You are beautiful Discovery,
flying on engines burning bright with hope,
You go with my prayers,
baited breath, then a smile,
Aging, beaten, suffering fire and Ice,
but flying into where the day meets the night.
Our prayers go with you,
as you float around the earth,
we see you in the sky,
a star travelling to the east,
from the warmth of our hearths,
and if we go outside at just the right time,
we see you pointing the way above.
How I wish to see you retire,
to live out your last days in some museum
after a few more missions,
after birthing bright and shiny children,
who fly without the same level of concerns.
But, meanwhile I watch you soar,
and sing your vital song,
and I wish I could go with you,
In my heart I'm riding along.
Chris
Posted by cholte at July 4, 2006 08:57 PMMost excellent.
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