22 yards to freedom

Look up to the shooting star,
Can you see the velvet sky,
22 yards to freedom,
But seems so mighty high.

My engine’s gone,
All fuel burnt up,
Seems like am gonna die,
Life’s hanging up there,
22yards too high,

22yards is all I need,
“escape velocity” they say.
To escape earth’s mighty pull,
Escape night and day.

Kept going round in circles,
Now death looms straight ahead.
Laughing, mocking, sneering…..
“dear me you are gonna be dead”.

Burn like amber hot and vile,
Get strewn across the sky.
End up as cold and dust,
As a twinkle in someone’s eye.

Or gear up my dear boy!
You need another twenty two,
22 yards to freedom,
To beauty unseen but true.

Visions of past life now surrounded me,
Hitherto engulfed in dread.
Dancing out of the inner eye,
In a lone tear that I shed.

At this high altitude,
What is the scale of my woe.
Kept going high, up and high,
Still 22 yards too low.

A poem

how far have we come?
there is no more to go
seen the sun, felt the wind
we have seen it snow

It is indeed the end of the world
standing at the seaside.
There is no more to see,
except the sun in sight.

I wish we could go further, my friend,
But this is how far land will take us.
We will be water, you and me..
different waters in the sea.

let us go no further,
in space or in time.
let us be shells on the beach,
let us be sublime.

For we will be lost,
in the depths of the blue.
You'll not see me,
and I'll see not.. you.

Let's walk back to our bridge,
where the creepers intertwine.
I shall wait forever,
just give me a sign.