The Next Stop

High upon the pink hilltops, one breeze above the red treetops,
stars punctured night sprinkling clouds with purple hue
which caused the falling gold moonbeams
to filter down in almond streams
and flame my eyes with Beauty of an alien planet’s view.

There I was transfixed by majesty without conflict,
enrapt by a silence throbbing soundless at my ears
whose symphony made the colors thunder
across my eyes to wake from slumber
the Awe that senses flood to wonder what Architect worked here.

Then Dawn’s breathless yawning rippled pecan light thru morning
on my landcraft now approaching with its rush of silken roar.
Overhead it passed a tree, turned and landed close to me.
When I stepped inside, the capsule shut closed and sealed its door.

Up! Up! It whisked me. Ground fell from my feet,
passing clouds that hovered in the upper atmosphere
which stood as guard and sentry ‘gainst all outlaw cosmic entry
when my capsule docked so gently in my Starship, by my chair.

Automatic did the buckles strap my chest and legs and knuckles.
Jaws tensed, preparing for the up and coming jolt
in a silence made long lasting ‘til I felt that rocket blasting.
Then, I closed my eyes. I took one breath, just before the bolt.

Straight to lightning warp-speed, thrown back in my seat,
control and throttle gauges blinked their lights upon my berth.
Unzipped did I my flight suit.
Unlatched my helmet’s visor too
to read what was my next stop. Ahhh! That planet they call Earth.

Namyh