Travelogue
Michael Caulfield
In the star-room looking down from here
The future shivers into shape
The star trails warp around this darkened sphere
And then are swallowed into space
And with the past now rushing past this ship
With every light year that we bend
A million miles past every memory
A million miles past every sin
Say goodbye to all that forest calm
Say goodbye to summer days
The warmth of sun that lay upon your face
The night I let that slip away
And with the past now laid beyond this ship
With every light year that we bend
A million miles past every memory
A million miles past every sin
