Don Gray
Art Essays, Art Criticism & Poems
I Traveled, Joyful, to the Moon...A PoemI traveled, joyful, to the moon before the rockets ever flew. I soared. I soared among the stars, alert to beauty, space, the light; the glow, the gleam, the glimmering in layered blackness of the stars, of worlds by God, by burning gases made. I felt the light, the heat, the cold; saw depthless darkness vastly laid before me, all about; marveled at endlessness, immensities; passed through coronas, gaseous rings, near the centers of the stars. I saw the people there, in space, on the stars and moon. They'd gathered to say hello and wish me well, Godspeed. Friendly, gracious, loyal. I trusted them implicitly. I greeted them, and then farewell, I leaped to luminosity. Copyright by Don Gray
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