Baby Astronaut Poem by Alexander Foald

Lost in my dreams
As soon as I appear in rushed bloom
I hear the voice in the back
But can’t see the light in the dark

Like a falling star in a clean night sky
Seeing it falls on the drowned rocket jam
Crashes the stone as it cracks the bones
Four men into place, four ladies into space
Just glad it’s not the way I’m through
But fascinated when it becomes my inspiration

Like the sun, like the moon, like a cat in boots
How many times I heard someone like you
Saying “this could be awkward, that could be terrible, ”
And you can’t show me what is affectation

I’m dreaming about robotic astronaut wandering universe
In a dark-blooming sound and vast speedlight of meteor
Leaving his jet on crushing love song, turns out to be hit stone
And die, like any other human reflections
And die, like a rock off the seashore
And cry, just like my baby’s cry
He’s just a handmade, after all..