(f) Footprints On The Moon Poem by Francis Curran

We were strapped in tight, in two huge birds.
In a dream moon landing trip.
All around us things were humming,
In our dream moon landing trip.
We were blasting from the blue swirl earth,
In a dream star spangled ride.
All around us things were changing,
In our dream star spangled ride.
We were gliding on two pairing wings,
In a dream soul soaring flight.
All around us things were pulling,
All around us things remaining,
Forever up and out there somewhere.
Humming, blasting, swirling changing,
Pairing pulling things remaining,
Orbiting the others pulsing,
Never reaching, never docking,
As to the other mass less.
Stay a while, stay forever,
In our dream moon landing trip.