Heavy Hearts Lift Skyward

by TS S. Fulk

Rockets roar behind me

as I train my spyglass

upon more wondrous thoughts

Beyond wayward Pluto

lie systems much like ours

to which my spirit flees

As viral fears are replaced with 

the mad threat of nuclear war

my eye searches fondly upward

a queen bee looking for a nest

My heart cries to Andromeda

and nearby Alpha Centauri

with an innocent naked plea

— I am weary please let me rest

An imperial tsar 

rises blazingly in the east