Last Transmission

I saw a man today in the heavens, but I do not think he knew me at all.

I was looking out the window way up high (between the hours of seven—or was it eleven?), t’was when I was making my fall.

I had waved to him, but he didn’t give a glimpse—not even a nod.

I turned back at the thought that I had heard someone say ‘hello’, but it turns out, it was just goodbye.

You see, I’m falling down fast, and no there is no hope that I can last—as I’m feeling quite hot.

I’m so far away, and have been asking for help, but there’s no one who can lend a hand.

I’m feeling very faint, but it’s all been quaint; I’ve lived my thrill.

 

Come in! Come in! Can you hear me?

Come in! Come in! Please, talk to me. . .

Oh come in, come in, let the transmission begin.

Oh yeah, let life begin again.

 

The airs become thin, and I’m quite sure—there he is again.

Won’t you please see me this time? Why how you dance in the stars, and I look for a chance,

Won’t you please help me out? As I sit here and cry, when I shout and soon say goodbye. . .

 

Come in! Come in! Can you hear me?

Come in! Come in! Please, talk to me. . .

Oh come in, come in, let the transmission begin.

Oh yeah, how I wish life begin again.

 

I’m falling faster now, I’m getting closer now. Ah, I can see how it all will play out.

They say that in time, it’s all by divine, but I just say it’s a lie.

When I listen for a answer, they tell me I’ll be just fine.

When I know its now my time. . .my time. . .

 

Come in! Come in! Can you hear me?

Come in! Come in! Please talk to me. . .

Oh come in, come in, let the transmission begin.

Oh yeah, life’s end has begun.

 

I will reenter, I will reenter!

Oh—h how it burns so bright, transmission is done, my time is done.

Oh—h how I burn, up so high, now he notices me and waves goodbye.

I hear him now, and as I pass on by, he talks to me as I say goodbye.

Will you take me home. . .to see my one day weathered tome. . .

 

How they will all see me, burn out like a star.

Come in, come in. . .transmission. . .begin.

 


 

 

A note:

Last Transmission was done several years ago, when I was fascinated with the Lost Cosmonauts. This particular one, was in regards to the first Russian female Cosmonaut that went up around May 16 – 23, 1961.

I’ve always have found space, space travel, and life amongst the stars most intriguing—let alone bewildering [as in the creation of nothing, the spark of life, the evolution of planets, stars, etc]. I do believe we’re not alone in this universe—and that it’d be foolish, and closed-minded, to believe as such. Whether it is by a creator’s design / hand, or just how the beautiful cosmos has evolved into the magnificent astrological calamity that we call life. . .among the stars.

Author: Sincados

Writer, gamer, foodie, brew enthusiast, and awesome dad. Also likes to make explosions...but not in any particular order.

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