Astronaut

You who sail the starry skies,

By chanting gales, moonlit gaze.

How do you see our shaken world,

That earth we call, and travel mourned?

Where sea salts dance along

The crying roses, gentle stones.

Flourishing by passing memories

Asphalted below our graying steps

Do your tired eyes see time,

Wander between flesh and hell?

Bearing little more for the living

Than vintage wine to celebrate

The breath still piercing

Your ashen lungs with vigor and flora.

Toasting astronaut, to what was.

Toasting astronaut, to what's yours.