Powered with dreams. Excitement. Rocket fuel.
We set off to the land with painted walls of stars.
Where light swam in murky rivers of black and blue.
And Constellations, galaxies and planets, were our neighbours.
On grounds where God and His angels treaded, we left footprints.
Captivated, before the splendour that is the universe.
We sailed across oceans of vacuum, ozone and cosmic dust.
Alas! little did we know.
That before we even began our voyage, it had already ended.
For Sir Insulator battled and conquered our Protector at the genesis.
At the orbit, atmosphere scratched metal.
And there the flames of hell were born.
Disintegrated. Powdered. Crushed.
We became dust that rained on cities of red, blue and white.
I have always found the world of astronomy and astronauts interesting. This piece is dedicated to the astronauts who lost their lives in the Final flight of space shuttle columbia. Read more here: en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/STS-107