Orleans '91 (XVIII)

There was nothing left to do but say good bye
Their newfound discovery ran away (closer)
All the way up to that perfect sky
Of gray til the wax softened and warmed them

"I hope that we don't crash like him this time"
she said as she clung to his disappearing body
And he thought of that lovely doggerel rhyme
That he had read aloud, to a crowd, not too long before

"The real things really seem..."

Yes but what is real? again, he asked, then stopped
Blah blah blah he said and kissed her
With all his blood and plopped
Onto the bed thinking, "When will things be normal?"

And on the edge of nothing, he finally did not fail
He gave himself that perfect moment
All future thoughts was he without gave no avail
And he knew that he would cross her bridge again
She said, "Maybe if our wings don't melt and fall
we'll have some kids. What do you think?"
He smiled and drove away, thinking,
"That moon ain't so hollow after all."