astrophile

~Poem 040~

I built us a ship,

A ship that can fly.

We can fly off of this Earth,

And find a different place to hide.

I built us a ship,

A ship that will hold.

All our worries and fears,

Until we grow old.

I built us a ship,

A ship that will soar.

It will bring us to a place,

Where we'll never be bored.

I built us a ship,

A ship safe and sound.

Where we can drift off to sleep,

And not risk being found.