Cosmic Currents
Sway with the shift of the heavens
The arcs of light that trace through the dusk
Reflecting in the troubled mirrors
That wax and wane with the moon

To find their glory and grow in their splendor
One should welcome the grasp of solitude
Recharged by the light of a thousand suns
Behold a king who will rise from a surging sea

We all should walk with a crown to bear
To rule the vast surface of cerulean
And to serve the cobalt welkin with its lights
The lights that guide our travels

Let the Earth be a beacon
Here in the absence of life
From where our steps will turn to strides
And eagerness to boldness
For cosmic wisdom to satisfy
That age old gaze of yearning