A View From Above

Listening to the magnetic hiss of doors,

while missing the warmth of her family

hike across the wild moors. Dressed in

white amid vast space in a sea of stars,

dreaming of walking barefoot upon

distant Mars. A mere guest sifting

secrets lost before her age, her airy

strides unknowingly taking centre stage.

A union of workmanship between her

fellow astronauts, her skeletal frame thin

and tall but still iron wrought. Clad in

courage, an armour against the sweeping

floods of yearning tears, her name and

theirs engraved through-out the long years.