I Traveled, Joyful, to the Moon...A Poem
I traveled, joyful, to the moon
before the rockets ever flew.
I soared. I soared among the stars,
alert to beauty, space, the light;
the glow, the gleam, the glimmering
in layered blackness of the stars,
of worlds by God, by burning gases made.
I felt the light, the heat, the cold;
saw depthless darkness vastly laid
before me, all about; marveled
at endlessness, immensities;
passed through coronas, gaseous
rings, near the centers of the stars.
I saw the people there, in space,
on the stars and moon. They'd gathered
to say hello and wish me well,
Godspeed. Friendly, gracious, loyal.
I trusted them implicitly.
I greeted them, and then farewell,
Copyright by Don Gray