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
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