My Poetry: As I Traveled to Her

As I Traveled to Her

 

As I traveled in my ship,

Looking through the window I saw the moon and the stars.

I saw the lights of the city

Their reflection on the glass.

 

As I traveled to see her I felt alive.

I felt every emotion I knew—as to her side I went:

I felt nervous; I felt hate;

I felt love; I felt anger;

I felt home; I felt happy;

I felt envy; I felt sad…

 

As I traveled that errant voyage,

Going to and fro along my way,

I realized I would never arrive to her side;

Her face I would never see again.

I wrote this probably in that period after mission and before I met Sheri.  I don't know why I wrote ship, reminds me of a space ship or something,