Because he’d have it no other way — that man she thought she loved –she went with him into the cosmos to a temporary outpost on another world.
the forever sunset of a tangerine sky
strange perfumes from singing trees
flowers delicate as ancient lace
Because she’s lonely, misses home, he brings her a lifeform for company. She nurtures it from silky floss to dazzling wings, whispers baby names. She says it calls her Mother, but he only laughs.
fragments of dreams
her children calling
the language of wind
More and more often, he finds her outside the ship. She wanders around without a mask, talking to herself or dancing nude among the trees. She refuses to eat their rations, doesn’t like to be touched. So, when his work is done there, when he is tired of her laments, and sick of her sickness — her deformities growing impossibly fast, those ugly brown wings, that rasping cry — he leaves her there to dream, even into the next dawn of her beginnings.
