The Colonists
The breath of the universe
leaves the warmth of its light
with me as I enter the cool shadow
of the long sleep;
I and the others, together yet alone,
in the metallic cocoon that carries us
deeper into the galaxy,
toward the spark of a distant sun
around which an unknown world revolves
in endless cycles of bright day
and dark night...waiting.
Copyright © Deborah Guenther Beachboard | Year Posted 2018
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