Night flight to Mars

A glass half dark

Sits here before me

Shining opaque indigo

Shot through with stars

Is this all that remains

A vague and bittersweet metaphor

Of our night flight to Mars?

 

For so long

It was impossible to find the light in anything

Half light

You are now all that I know

But it is harder to reach for you

When the fear of falling is so strong

And would it be a disaster to make it this far

And not ever try to reach again

Or have the courage to embark on that journey to the stars?

 

And so when this half dark glass captures all of my attention

I must remember that there is a way

To add a little starlight

Even if only hopes of more dreams

Which prove to be unrequited

For there must surely be

Resting here

Though hidden under weariness and defeat

The will for yet another

Night flight to Mars