August 17, 2004
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Swinging by the light of the stars
My only tether to the earth
A stretch of rubber and a length of chain
I see none of them
I feel only the wind
I'm flying and free
Cassiopeia winks at me, a beautiful Queen in her heaven-blessed throne
A laugh floats upon the air
Is it mine, or that of Andromeda, Cassiopeia's daughter?
I am among them, the children of the stars
I feel only the wind
And none of my tethers
When I swing by the light of the stars.
Comments (3)
That laugh was me, wetting my pants. Oh, sorry- YOUR pants.
But you can call me Andromeda if you want to. I don't mind.
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Nice poem
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