It may be that you were an astronaut before <br />And now you clamber unknown chambers of my heart, <br />Knocking down the tilt-up walls <br />To find the inner space of your reservoir <br />And your oxygen; my bloodstream <br />My heart; your pulsar beating out cosmic revelations <br />My future; framed by your unblinking past <br /> <br />Terminal comets tumble alongside <br />Undisturbing of the velocity of your experiment <br />Exploding suns in supernovae spin-cycles <br />Left your scientific mood untouched <br />The last horizon, my need for security <br />Has been hitched to your superior fuselage <br />Now we float together, at the end of a single lifeline <br /> <br />I breathe out as you breathe in <br />A symbiotic bellows, in perfection geared <br />Neither of us make a move <br />Except we go in the same instant of direction <br />This must be what heaven feels like <br />At the end of time and acceleration, <br />Facing the unknowns inherent in the expedition <br /> <br />There were never any promises made, <br />Discovering the wonders and terrors of deep space <br />And at the finish of my hibernation, <br />I awaken to explore a mysterious new portal: <br />Held open for me, an orbital doorway <br />In galactic eyes of bluest heaven-shine <br />Which will stir the primordial chaos of my existence.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/and-his-eyes-were-made-of-stars/
