The World The Planet The Earth Poem by Patrick Czyz

The world The planet The earth
What are you to me? And I you?
Above was a realm of the cursed.
Gravity affixed them to a surface witness
Bearing the void of unfilled space
And the remiss faintness of star straits
Floatingnothing but vain beacons to other worlds
Beyond reach of the vessels earthly anchored, but so
False to youthful eyes so weary after a life.
No more the sun scorches infusing hell flames
Onto the undeserved punished yet surviving.
This here same earth or world! Spirit me
Thy soil soft, thy solid grasp,
The certain all eternal respite.
On the grace of the overarching loam
Calmingly welcome what I am now.
Stretching ever afar in a wandering roam,
Restore that unfinished blink into the dignified
Close of sleep for the other side.