In case you reach the end of the world, part III

Here's to everything you leave behind,
once you're on your way to Mars.

May your journey be gentle
and your thoughts courageous.
You are the pioneer
who we never dared to become.
The explorer and conqueror
of humanity's next world.

May your memories be enlightening
instead of frightening and your dreams wise
instead of deceiving.
May your travel through the airless space
be one of hope.

And may you, once you're there,
stop caring about who remembers,
or who forgets.

On the phone with someone you love

A distant horizon. A projection
of hope and desire. A soft breeze that
turns the sky to dust. A single thought,
endlessly repeated. One name.
One image of someone not you.

You hold her hand. Try to see
beyond her eyes. Beyond the line
dividing heaven from earth.
The yin and yang of simple dreams,
and long lived illusions.

This used to be a blessing.
Like the time of life offered
to us on the day of birth.
But it seems jaded now and troubled
by debt.

If only the remaining days
could be freed from words. You
might see life beyond its ending.

The reign of truth restored.

Love at the union of souls.