Peya Jakob - Postcards From Alpha Centuari

My love the things i have seen,
the wonders i have touched,
the places i have been.

I felt sorry for saturn
and the rings he holds,
he seems only a slave,
held for eternity by invisible bonds.

I may come for lunch,
and i may be late,
assure me that you will wait.

i await the next comet,
and then i shall raise a thumb,
perharps a wayward angel
may grant me passage to you.

I may not make it, but venus
speaks highly of you.
i am puzzled by the world i see around me,
but i know that i need you.

The moons are beautiful
at this time of year
sincerely wishing you were here.

Peya Jakob

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