I Want To Be An Astronaut

I want to be an astronaut,
and rest in darkness cool and vast.
I want to hear a silent night,
lit by sparking star light.
I want to bathe in the warm radiating rays
of a sun that heats up my black and airless days,
as I lie in the soil of a cool moon's skin.
Soft grey dust to just sink in.

I want to be alone to be
myself and not what others want me.
I want to whirl in a cloud's slow curl,
a million billion years to turn.
To breathe out slow.
To flow and float.
A magic sailor with no boat.

Yet here I am in stormy seas,
among the rats and piles of fleas.
A boiling Earth of noise and stress,
where restful greens are screamed in red,
so I'll have to sleep,
and dream of distant space, instead.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.