Alone in my ship

A sailor in an unknown sea

Closest to the stars, yet farthest from the world

Quiet in my bearing, still as the sand of the moon

Loud in my thoughts, crowding together in my head

Cold, dark, celestial, swirling

Just me and the moon and the stars



Pocket of blue in the gray clouds

Pocket of green in the frost

Pocket of warmth by the fireplace

Pocket of breath in the exhaust

Pocket of rain in the clouds

Pocket of silence when choirs sing

Pockets of stars in the black

A pocket in everything


The StarHopper hops tonight,

skipping through the galaxies

Leaving a trail of shooting stars

Parachuting in her wake,

down to a sleepy earth

The StarHopper’s long golden locks

flow behind her as she dances

amid sparkling maidens

On delicate white wings she soars

and brushes past our small world

to return at New Moon