In space – the eye pierces
an embryo of a portrait,
a world in genesis
for a new observer; but when
a glimpse from orbit
no longer holds your gaze,
you have already felt
the distance, a heart that’s
travelled, knowing truth
by a greater inspiration –
the love of the cockpit.

From its schematics
you found your pulse – freedom
from the prison of orbits;
gaining body, you touched the universe,
a vessel weighing your existence,
becoming skin – you graze particles
of nebula; becoming heart – you ignite
engines upon a sun;
becoming mind –you dread the distance,
while the ship brings you home.


Days of solitude
were never felt – a tapestry
built toward a shifting dawn,
experiences shared,
an understanding – fused into
every bolt, every cell,
every circuit, every thought;
certainty that kept you both safe,
the one name – shared
with each passing passenger,
one footprint in the galaxy, fighting
the lonely will of molecules.

Sharing a perpetual
breath – recycling the
taste of awe, lingering with
starlight to drift into the galaxy;
creating the journeys, the places and
experiences; a shared life in
memory and computer banks,
aspiring for the luminous, and
reaching it together;
never losing humanity –
only developing companionship,
surrendering years, and remembering;
a life worth defending – for a ship
you truly believed in.