Astronaut
Once an unadventurous astronaut alone in the universe;
now a troubadour,
with a cautious but solid tune,
searching through unknown jungles to find an answer.
A weighted soul now free from purgatory,
looking for others bearing synonymous scars.
You’d read it all on scraps
the logical promise of discovering a civilization
heard tales of other beings out there…
but is it merely hearsay?
only finding those who possess marks
of a different brand
open and welcoming to a foreigner
and it’s all very well
but the solitude sinks and collects down in you
specks of sand separating from standing mud.
Residual.
Still an astronaut, only now
searching for life out in the blue vastness
somewhere?
aaron's random musings 