Passengers

Round and round we all rotate

quite oblivious of our spin rate

we ride a revolving ball of dirt

a spaceship we call earth

Our star rises and sets

and we feel no regret

because we separate from a friend

that tomorrow we'll see again

Seasons come and go

we all wonder why this is so

as we all circle our star quite rapidly

blissfully ignorant of distances travelled today

We're passengers on a voyage to nowhere

enjoying life without much care

while stuck in a spiral arm spinning

rotating swiftly in our Galactic thing

We're specks in a vast cosmos

that's expanding into darkness unknown

we are passengers gifted with cognition

and we understand our finite condition

The Wake....Revision #1

THE WAKE

I stared at the face of death

there was no color, no breath

his soul shutters were drawn, his lips sealed

to forever memories conceal

In my mind appeared visions of times tender

with many scenes to relish and ponder

his piercing smile always full of joy

transferred to me while we played like boys

Disbelief struck my affected stare

seen through eye-filled mist that appeared

During flowing heart striking sentiments

that were whispered in compassionate comments

What could I say to an empty shell

to his spirit gone but hardly dead

something with meaning and thoughtfully nice

Like...I'll see you on Heavens' ice

SYOHI  my friend John