How Far Can We Fly?

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“Mars Colony Nuova Gaia, 4th of June, 2114.

Day 3157 of the Dedalus Mission.

Our current settlement is home to 8 people and it’s getting crowded. With the new arrivals set for three months from now, we are on a short schedule to add more space…New living quarters, completely new life support unit, another floating garden and we will finally finish the tunnel to the Dome that will house our first animal settlers.

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They said we could make a list of things they would send us, but it is limited to 5 items and 50 cubic centimeter per person . How can I decide? From all the things I think I miss, what is it that I truly long for?

Marcus and I had an argument the other day. He says there is something disturbingly wrong with me, for he can’t understand how I can stay so focused and determined after all these years out here, but most of all he just can’t understand how can I be so irritably happy most of the time. He is breaking more and more each day, the thought that he can never go back is driving him crazy, slowly and irreversibly.

How can I explain to him that I dreamed about this since I was a kid? That I would leap from tree to tree in my back yard, pretending I am Joan Carter of Mars. How can I describe all those summer nights I was stargazing from the roof of the old barn on my grandparents farm? How can he understand that irresistible interstellar pull on my heart? Every step in my life lead to this moment, to this place, to this planet.

So, when he asks: What do you miss most?
I reply: Dreams.
And when he asks: So, how come you are always smiling?
I say: Because of the view.

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In My Dreams You Always Smile

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 Copyright –  Sarah Potter

I left the memory of us in the top left drawer of our old desk.  It seemed like a too heavy burden to carry, so I left it all in Mom’s winter garden.

Years gone by and still I dream of us. With hugs and kisses you blew away all my childish pains and worries, even when your oxygen tank became too heavy to drag around.

The old desk is gone. Along with the winter garden and you. The improvidence of childhood is replaced with the ever present sorrow of old age. But I hold tight to our memory.

Ablaze

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 Copyright –   Karuna

We were children of summer, careless and scorching, just like mid-July breeze. In our world lines were meant to be crossed and rules were made to be ignored.

“Will you come back?” Alain, with his usual boldness asked, while you just sat there and watched the ocean. It surprised  me how effortlessly I enjoyed your naked bodies, but how impossibly hard it became to look into your eyes.

Without a word, you ran into the water and we followed you for our last dive, three souls lost in an ocean of love.

And then the world pulled us apart.

From Afar

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 Copyright –   Jellico’s Stationhouse

The soft afternoon light follows the shadows waltzing across the wall, like a lover following the one who offers only a heartbreak. Curtains part before a breeze that carries the fragrance of spring flowers and something long forgotten. The music sneaks around the old furniture, whimsically scattered across the room. Two entangled bodies reflect in the large mirror at the foot of the bed, offering a splendid portrait of wasted chances. A long-case clock in the corner mocks the thieves, as the stolen time slips away.

His arms hold me tight.

This wont last.

But I don’t care about tomorrow.

Home

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 Copyright –   Jennifer Pendergast

“Hard to imagine it was once blue, isn’t it Grandpa?”

Ryōkan watched his granddaughter, nose and hands pressed to the window, her imagination trying to transform brown planet into an aquarelle of blues and greens.

“I don’t have to imagine, I remember.”

With an ease enabled by the low gravity field, Kahouru pushed against the window and glided towards Ryōkan.

“I wish we could go back.”

Kissing the top of her head, Ryōkan offered his pocket watch to Kahouru. The old broken thing with an image of the Earth elicited the sweetest smile from the girl.

“Maybe in another lifetime.”

You Carry Me

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 Copyright –   Shaktiki Sharma

“One, two, three…One, two, three…turn to your left. And again!”

I was there once. Feet softly touching the ground, your arms lifting me up in the air, my hands reaching for the sky. I never counted the steps, never thought about the moves. We were liquid magic, barely standing still.

“Two, two, three…Two, two, three…Release!”

I stand still now. Watching someone else dance my dreams away. The paralyzing pain comes in waves, crashing over me, leaving me breathless.

But you are here, lifting me up, whispering softly:

“One, two, three…One, two, three…Fly!”

You carry me.

Frozen Ground

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 Copyright –   Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Stretch your sails and sail away,
search for that elusive land;
follow a promise of another day,
I promised long ago I’d understand.

I can almost touch your pain,
don’t you know how it feels?
You said things would be the same,
knowing all along our love kills.

We have tumbled from our cloud…
fallen hard to our knees;
lacking courage to speak out loud,
but there’s no hiding what heart sees.

Sun seems always too far away,
standing on a frozen ground.
Maybe someone will discover
our love in a box of lost and found.