Of my time in service only one memory stays with clarity I, at the center of the flight deck telling my shipmates the news of my child stood before the vastness of the Milky Way as it heralded the birth of my firstborn son Always in this memory I see myself floating in space before the might of our galaxy the sky is white with specks of black I've never given my heart to anything but the sea and the stars on an unrelated note my children are an ocean they are the remnants of the sun poetry