It’s time to fly

The day breaks with a legacy.

You, calling forth the elements 

who long to dance, happily

within the laboratory of remembrance.

The Queen

at the center of your deliberation.

You see yourself 

as a living earth.

A scientist, whose task it is

to share with beings of other planets,

the divine technology, we’ve been given.

You craft the ship with your consciousness,

you greet the day with eternity,

enveloping your solemn breath

with her living kiss,

It’s time to fly.