Journey to the Stars
We sail on engines singing through the night,
Our compass turned toward one small burning light.
Above, the planets wink like candles far,
We map our dreams by every distant star.
The hull remembers Earth in steady hum,
Constellations beat like some distant drum.
Each whisper of the cosmos mends our scars,
Yet hope inflames the dark between the stars.
We'll anchor wishes where horizons bend,
Plant bold footsteps where the sky and silence blend.
Return with stories etched in silver bars,
And keep a comet's ember in our jars.