Its been two tri-weeks,
we entered into this dark nebula.
Like dreary dark winters of old-earth,
this is extremely difficult on crew.
We wished for a glimpse of at least a single star –
the hell, we even prayed to almighty.
Forced to conserve energy –
means indoors are not lit bright.
adding bonus frustration and depression.
The doctor is busy,
patients are plenty.
Bridge is deserted, other than few ensigns.
Then there is little glimpse.
Is it for real?
Or only in our imaginations?
Only time will tell …
We continued our journey across dark nebula.
Single drop of salty liquid –
rolled out from my right eye,
carrying all my burden away.
Single poem of sweet nectar –
rolled out from my left heart,
carrying all of me away.
My face is now a mural –
painted out on a front wall,
flashing all light railers.
My story is now forgotten –
extracted out from the back of,
all souls carrying ocean inside.
This is now completely different,
a magical transformation.
An urban setting into rural-
A rural setting into urban.
Like black into white,
like white into black.
Shredding all gray on the way,
This is magical transformation.
Readying journey onto distant worlds,
igniting boosters with pure will power,
taking whole families along with it,
including their hopes and passions.
This is just begging of
exciting journey towards more magic.
Make no mistake,
this is not what you know,
this is nobody named yet,
only those part of it,
can experience this wonder
until ballads are sung,
until books are written,
until case studies are made
nobody knows the magic.