2025-03-07 18:14
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