Dreams of Earth

We are sitting under earthlight
in this crater on the Moon
with our helmets softly touching.
There on Earth it’s afternoon.

Does this old world somehow sense us
feel our presence on its soil?
Will it yield without condition
to man’s efforts that will spoil?

Gloved hands clasping now each other
we look up to where you are
so small now, so far away that
still it wakens thoughts bizarre.

Suddenly our heads turn inwards
and there in each helmet’s glow
smiling eyes tell of shared feelings
surging now from hearts below.

Then our eyes once more are captured
by those shining peaks so high,
catching hard light from the city
diamonds in that alien sky.

Nature has no truck with distance
life connects across all space.
Only webs of thought divide us
from the eyeless gaze of grace.