She patrols my stratosphere in extraordinary lines
Transmitting waves and explosions to my heart by satellite
Is this a dream?
For I wonder how I
Could land her in my mission to combine our space with time
She’s ever present like the star that refuses to die
I’m thankful I know where she gets here light
But whether in my year or light years I desire
To be as one like the sun and moon
United by the sky
Again, I must state my sincere amazement at the poetic beauty in this poem. I am very impressed!
J-Called