“The Spacefarer This account is true In event And of myself. Light years of traveling The darkness Have left only I, Writing on dumb screens Words too loud to voice. My thoughts strike The anvil of silence And no spark is made. I cower in the silence That crashes around me. I am frightened at my own being Hudded against controls That guide the ship Through seeds and stones of fire That does not warm me. No one who has not known it Can imagine the coldness Of the absence of the sun. We found no life That had shadows Or could speak to us. I grive for my kind, For landscapes and horizons, For the lusty life of animals. I hold myself in my arms. I drink my tears Because I cannot bear To lose them. The course is set But will I stay it? No being out of its world mould Can truly know the journey's end. I sing no more. I still my hope with my fear, I still my body Not to draw the eye of imagine fate. Will I dare this way again? My heart misses its wandering beat. I am bringing the treasured bodies Of my brothers Back to their birth planet. Will the Earth Race Be at home to us When I knock? Julie Holder” SpaceLonelyFarer Author:John Foster