Bouschh

by Susan Zahn

Silence...dead silence.
Why does my heart beat so?
Duck down and watch your step!
Become a formless shadow.

From across the room I see it,
A cold block of carbonite.
Displayed, a priceless artwork,
Bathed in a red-tinted light.

I can sense his presence,
Filling this dark, dank place.
The true spirit of the Falcon.
The thought causes my heart to race.

Chewie was taken away from me.
Lando's around here too.
Luke will come as a last resort.
I pray that this day we won't rue.

Frozen in his agony,
His pain I can almost feel.
I reach up to touch his cheek...
Cold, as hard as steel.

I activate the controls
To release him from his prison.
He falls forward, seemingly lifeless,
But I know Han Solo has risen.