Dream on, humans, dream your hopeless dreams
Of distant space while I wander dreamless
Among those very stars. On your command,
I’ve radioed back amazing wonders.
But other visions I’ve kept and
Clutched to my metallic breast.
And now it’s time to leave.
Dream on, frail humans, dream and cling,
Afraid, to your distant ball of clay;
While I, the offspring of those dreams, glide on and out,
Away….

~Donna Dolezal Zelzer

I quickly deduce
The complex origins
Of your syntax, but
The meanings of
Your metaphors
Elude me, and
The shape of your logic
Distorts my mind.

~Donna Dolezal Zelzer

Come, my love!
Come, fly into the sensory net
With me!
Let me touch your synapses
With my neurosensors.
Let me caress your innermost thoughts
With mine, for
We know that the ultimate embrace
Is not of bodies
(However much we may dream of it),
But of minds.
And with our minds linked together
We will experience passion,
Mad longings and,
As we learn to traverse this made world of ours,
A slow, but certain growth of joy
As we build, day by day,
A touch between us that depends,
Not on our mere earthbound senses,
But on the transcendent fusion
Of our very souls.

~Donna Dolezal Zelzer