Second Stage

In the walls of cities high
flowers sleep and wait
dreaming of a spring to bloom
on the other side

once reached across the cosmic gulf
the engines pow’ring down
castles high up in the sky
setting for descend

on fairy land in clusters strange
twin moons above and dusky tides
carbon changing atmosphere
pressure running high

time is short and days are young
until horizons get slowed down
turned over into soil and sea
and flowers set the stage.