Space Bound [song title contest]

I dropped into the dream
already in progress, for years
it seemed, maybe eons;
when you deal with stuff
buried in the unconscious
there is no time reference.

The ship left the pad, carried
us to the outermost orbit,
then cast us out to a slow drift;
we had to correct the spin
to avoid Sun's glare,
so it took a moment to see Her.

Earth, blue and white, darker
shadows came into focus:
continents - forms revealed
creeping past us 100,00
miles below our feet
disappearing into the night.

She was so majestic I lost time
again, could not remember
why we were here, or who
we were, just knew the feeling
of weight gone from my back
with no pain in my feet.

Nudged in the side, turned,
a hand held out a bag, tools
and pointed - the station;
yes, the silent grave, non-stone
marker of those before us
died from no known cause.

Released tiny streams of air
enough to propel us to the hatch;
turned the wrench, opened,
air hissed from the outer port,
felt death; sealed out space
and opened the inner door.

Bodies floated in the entry deck,
suits unsealed, the answer clear:
a tiny hole let in sun blaze; larger
gaping wound in opposite wall;
space debris at mach 2000
no one stood a chance.

Before I began to philosophize
about the suddenness of life
stolen, being unprepared,
I turned, glimpsed earth through
the gap, recalled we weren't sent
to find out, but to correct.

Power welled within my arms,
hands ejected gloves on their own
as aura raised from each finger,
gathered together, enveloped
the nearest corpse, pulled together
the suit and warmed the human.

Each of us brought back our target,
raised body temp to 98
and restored circulation
where space had frozen blood;
why they had not exploded
unknown, but blinking eyes don't lie.

A full complement of crew
and rescuers giving support
moved to the living area, sealed
the door, repressurized the cabin
and finally removed their suits,
settling down to assess needs.

Often times have we been used
never before here in space, but now
that has changed; as man leaps out
he must draw on ageless hope,
keep close to him old friends,
so angels now will fly in space.