Lunar Dream

Dreamt to be—to have been—

one of ten men to walk

the lunar surface, the sea of flat

tranquility, the fine white

sinking dust, the gold filtered

sun against cold inky

sky, airless silence as

the earth appears: blue beyond

an impossibly curved horizon.

                   —to have been one of

six men you told me touched you.

You, with your pale titanium white

translucence and athletic fluidity

of gesture. To be a lunar

traveler tonight! Through

the vast black distance between

us, cold and stars, curbs and houses

and crisp yellow streetlights fooling

depth perception, imagining

your blue eyes

opening like an earthrise.

--RFRY, 20 Jul 06

This is a version of Lunar Dream.