stars from home
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catsauce_1this is a poem-ish sort of thing i made when i was on a trip back home from vietnam. we took a lot of planes, and when i got home from the 6-week trip, i was exhausted. my family and i went on so many planes to, throughout, and from vietnam that i was just tired of planes. I wrote this in the summer of 2023 i think when i was on the plane back home from a layover, from vietnam to japan, from japan to texas, then from texas to tennessee. going to vietnam was the biggest trip i've done ironically right before i moved houses. the poem thing is revised just a little, so the original will be below the edited ver.
something as simple as a picture on a phone could have never captured this interesting moment.
i'm going back home
a million miles high.
flying so low
from everything we've been through
but only now have i seen
the earth's curve from a window.
the duvet of clouds covering cities
dusting the air, infecting light,
putting on a show,
how alive and quiet.
the misty cotton reflects light,
of obstruction and of mimicry.
these copies make sight
just during the largest change
just as they did years young.
as the plane drops into the clouds,
that sight,
that magnificent sight fades before us.
the large spotlights past the sky,
into the clouds as we descend.
i'm going home, where i've always been,
but i will never return home
and see the stars the same,
see the stars from home
i return to where i grew,
that fascination sticks with me.
the plane rumbles and shakes,
sending me lightyears, miles, feet.
once i go home tonight,
once i lay in my bed,
once my ears hush the ring,
i feel that reach,
that signal
it reaches and yearns to me in my sleep.
from birth, they have but
a weak reach for me
weaken, it might, but
once i reach the moon,
once i touch the galaxy,
once i face the sun,
i will know that the weak signal
was made possible from my first love
the stars from home.
original vvvvv
something as simple as a picture on a phone could have never captured this interesting moment.
on a plane back home,
a million miles high,
we fly so low compared
to everything we've been through
but only noe have i seen
the earth's curve from a window
the clouds of mist covering cities
dusting the air with infective light,
just as a show
of how alive and quiet the city is.
the clouds reflect the light from below,
obstructing the natural copies just above.
these copies appear to me
during the largest change i've done
just as i did when i was young.
as the plane drops into the clouds,
the magnificent sight fades before us.
the large spotlights in space disappear
into the clouds as we descend through.
i'm going home, where i've always been,
but i will never return to when
the stars were seen from home.
when i return to where i grew up,
the fascination of space will stick with me.
the plane rumbles and shakes,
sending me hopeful feet and miles
closer to where i will be from.
when i go home tonight,
i will never forget when i saw
the stars from home.
the stars dont change as i do.
they will always be there to point out.
the stars don't help me with my changes.
they never leave or let me down.
from birth, they have promised to me
a weak sign of hope in dire needs.
it may be weak, but i will believe it's strong until it is
once i reach the moon,
once i touch the galaxy,
once i face the sun,
i will know that the weak signal
was made possible from my first love
the stars from home.
something as simple as a picture on a phone could have never captured this interesting moment.
i'm going back home
a million miles high.
flying so low
from everything we've been through
but only now have i seen
the earth's curve from a window.
the duvet of clouds covering cities
dusting the air, infecting light,
putting on a show,
how alive and quiet.
the misty cotton reflects light,
of obstruction and of mimicry.
these copies make sight
just during the largest change
just as they did years young.
as the plane drops into the clouds,
that sight,
that magnificent sight fades before us.
the large spotlights past the sky,
into the clouds as we descend.
i'm going home, where i've always been,
but i will never return home
and see the stars the same,
see the stars from home
i return to where i grew,
that fascination sticks with me.
the plane rumbles and shakes,
sending me lightyears, miles, feet.
once i go home tonight,
once i lay in my bed,
once my ears hush the ring,
i feel that reach,
that signal
it reaches and yearns to me in my sleep.
from birth, they have but
a weak reach for me
weaken, it might, but
once i reach the moon,
once i touch the galaxy,
once i face the sun,
i will know that the weak signal
was made possible from my first love
the stars from home.
original vvvvv
something as simple as a picture on a phone could have never captured this interesting moment.
on a plane back home,
a million miles high,
we fly so low compared
to everything we've been through
but only noe have i seen
the earth's curve from a window
the clouds of mist covering cities
dusting the air with infective light,
just as a show
of how alive and quiet the city is.
the clouds reflect the light from below,
obstructing the natural copies just above.
these copies appear to me
during the largest change i've done
just as i did when i was young.
as the plane drops into the clouds,
the magnificent sight fades before us.
the large spotlights in space disappear
into the clouds as we descend through.
i'm going home, where i've always been,
but i will never return to when
the stars were seen from home.
when i return to where i grew up,
the fascination of space will stick with me.
the plane rumbles and shakes,
sending me hopeful feet and miles
closer to where i will be from.
when i go home tonight,
i will never forget when i saw
the stars from home.
the stars dont change as i do.
they will always be there to point out.
the stars don't help me with my changes.
they never leave or let me down.
from birth, they have promised to me
a weak sign of hope in dire needs.
it may be weak, but i will believe it's strong until it is
once i reach the moon,
once i touch the galaxy,
once i face the sun,
i will know that the weak signal
was made possible from my first love
the stars from home.
