Home Coming
By richard_hensley
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Home Coming
All above is black
The black of normal day
This day of ours, this night of ours
are black and black and black.
All beneath is black
The black of normal night
This night of ours, this day of ours
are black and black and black.
The black of ours, the time of ours
is starlit all the way.
The starlight shines for all our time,
by day, by night, by day.
This day of ours is long and black
With random stars alight,
This night of ours is long and dark
With random stars all night.
We journey long, we journey far
The long dark all around.
The stars are bright, they guide our way
Wherever we are bound.
It's homeward now, too many years
Have passed in one long night.
The beacon calls, our bright star shines
Its gravity we fight.
The Grid we see, so grand, so bright,
The cradle for my craft.
Its points of light, so square, so tight,
Will hold us, fore and aft.
The Grid we see, a hyper cube,
Of energy so deep.
Each point of light will hold a craft,
like mine, in stasis keep.
The call comes in, our engines surge
My craft accelerates
To its appointed node we race
The end of both our fates.
The Grid looms large
Its pull we feel
My craft and I
We make a deal
To rest a while
To renovate
To take time out
To make a date.
The stars will call, they always do
The stars decide, for me and you,
My craft, my friend, my habitat,
We make a pair, we symbiants,
Our lives go deep, we intertwine
Like DNA, the crafts' and mine.
The Grid holds fast, our journey ends.
With great delight we make amends
for all the words of cuss and blame,
in heat of passion passed between
the two of us in moments dire,
things said or thought, our minds on fire
with fear and horror of deep space.
Our space within, a loving place.
Home again, the two of us
will savour the minds of those who will
be friends awhile; we seek our rest
before we start on our next quest
to see the bright stars once again
through each others eyes made plain
by optics, and the omni-present brain
that we share when we are one,
among the stars, our second home.
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