My love the things i have seen, <br />the wonders i have touched, <br />the places i have been. <br /> <br />I felt sorry for saturn <br />and the rings he holds, <br />he seems only a slave, <br />held for eternity by invisible bonds. <br /> <br />I may come for lunch, <br />and i may be late, <br />assure me that you will wait. <br /> <br />i await the next comet, <br />and then i shall raise a thumb, <br />perharps a wayward angel <br />may grant me passage to you. <br /> <br />I may not make it, but venus <br />speaks highly of you. <br />i am puzzled by the world i see around me, <br />but i know that i need you. <br /> <br />The moons are beautiful <br />at this time of year <br />sincerely wishing you were here.<br /><br />Peya Jakob<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/postcards-from-alpha-centuari/
