Inky atmosphere stretches above his head
as the stars glint off the glass
of his helmet,
he towers against this lifeless rock,
head raised to differing heavens,
eyes wide, mouth agape, locked
onto faraway gas giants swirling
in colours unique.

Space calls,
space shouts and longs
and pleads for him to join her,
to explore her edges and ends,
adventure through her silent cloak
to trillions of pinpoints,
to view, if just for a moment,
the majesty of chance,
these formed orbs that radiate and shine
in spectrums humans can
never fully see.

He reaches to the sky, gloved fingers
curl as he tries to take hold,
to pull himself into her embrace,
to be a part of that vast empty void
that welcomes and wants him,
to be a somebody, more than
one lone figure upon a desolate moon,
to be a pioneer hitching wagons
on fantastical planetoids!

Oh!
For them to explore infinity
for as long as his heart beats?
Surely,
surely,
this would fill his space.