My heart belongs to a spaceship.
This spaceship landed on an icy planet
And stayed there.
You, Spaceship with dim lights.
And I'm here
In another spaceship
One that does what is supposed to do
Who would stay stuck in a planet, Spaceship?
Intelligent living beings, we realized,
That the frictionless-ness of space clears our minds.
But I think of you Spaceship
Stuck on an icy planet
And the ones that live inside you
Dream of the outside
Of clouds and wind
Dinosaur pets
And warm beds on sunlight morning
Not knowing they are just raising their arms to you,
Spaceship.
You have their guts buzzing in electromagnetism,
You have my love,
And I'm human,
and as old as humans are,
We never learned to let go,
To know that things end.
We live out in other million spaceships, trillions,
Thinking that by filling up the empty space
we will give meaning to this universe.

But me, spaceship,
I came down to the icy planet,
And I wrote my love to you in all the walls I could find
And the winds of the planet have shifted their shape
And the feeling stayed there.
Spaceship.
Will I see you again?
Or is it just the sound of nothing
That becomes the droning echo of your face,
Is it that I just saw you in a dream?

In that dream I felt your breath
One night in a crowded smoky bar,
It was loud, and our cheeks were touching,
The lights and the music was weird.
You spaceship,
Spaceship of black holes and light,
With the story of my photographs on your walls.

And as I move away from the planet now,
I see the distant star must be dimming for you now,
Spaceship,
And the darkened ice that surrounds you is turning darker
And then the light that lingers will find comfort in your embrace
And I want to know if it is me that exists in the edges of that light,
The frontier of madness
Where the pressure from the nothing and the non-nothing
Manifests itself as photographs, fossils of light

Spaceship, stuck on an icy planet.