broken ship

regardless of vast intergalactic distance separating man from planet earth, a certain radio frequency will always forever be at hand

how do i return so far from home forlorn?
my ship is broken, my only token of survival's gone
almost for, except my air is rationed, may indefinitely go on
provided my nuclear isotope still emits its half life, moot point
in my blessed favor: a million years from now, 
barring mechanical failure, no!

parts unlubricated in cold of this planet, asteroid's atmosphere,
i fear this only in machine's corner, thoughts unchecked,
anxiety grows, i shall sit in my capsule, mourn

through the plastic alloy shield i peer,
into the vacuum of this lonely sector part of space
my mind does, it does wander like a traveling gypsy asteroid,
or comet's flight through time and trail of bended space
lighting high horizon's tail, on the edge of this forlorn intergalactic place

my plan instead on this earthly foreign world's dread
to find a human foothold for me, my world new, somehow colonize/survive

greenish light fading in unseen sun as yet, 
perhaps soon to rise break horizon's southern rim
distant one vastly far on northern sky of space,
by 12 degrees of azimuth
its twilight turn to some opague mix of it and black to green,
perhaps some strange blue/green 

rising moon will guide my trace
hope to form, reveal of life contained 
within those distant crags, caves or rocky ridges 
on across the scape on high to the west of me and my nursery ship

failed calls radio speeds of frequencies propelled by beams of light,
its speed no match for mind boggling rifts distances, horrific far
astronomy astounds my feeble ticking heart, i hear in eternal space,
to feel frightfully alone, 
through its ticking in astronomical void, 
mystical surrounds my remoteness' shock

transmission's communication lost, my thoughts internal form
target my sense of sensibility and logic's forming data bands
computer's glow humming subtle low befriends calms, tranquils my tired mind
lonely fear has made me weak and needing sleep

computer speaks its mind: "life support systems fully functional,
engines dead irreparable, only oxygen nitrogen mix will your life sustain,
food support in lab prolong via chemical's continuing produce
through synthesis of onboard elemental ionic acid base, electrolytes' exchange"

computer's function with its voice does my loneliness embrace
i find my self lulled to coming fit of sleep 
induced my life it will yield
new found rest, produce and in the morning i shall complete a plan,
a conjured scheme somehow, of scientific means and human ingenuity
hope will come i am not alone, the master of the universe will be my guide
in the meanwhile is/will stay within the craft and pray
your omniscient heart i do seek 
Lord my God and savior lead the way!