It's the first night in few days
Over craters' shady lace,
Over pole and the plains,
Rocky, hilly-walk terrains.

In the Ocean far and wide,
Welcome stars in windows' sight
On the vessel metal-bright
At the rectilinear height.

Just like petals of a rose,
Solar wings, as feathers, grow,
Balancing on weightless flows
On trajectory of odds.

Shelter-home for passersby, -
Briefly hug before goodbyes.
Roof for those embracing night,
As the spirit calls for flights.

Dot for telescopic eyes,
Boat lonely or a guide,
Lucky guess of the foresight,
Speck in gravitating tides...

November 2024