Once was the dream of seeking space
to cross an ocean of ether to the lunar seas beyond,
complacent now, that course
for us fades, forgotten.
Numbers of man do not believe
we walked aside the pale huntress and man may stop believing
we walked between here and
her domain among stars.
Absent is our future vision
as man only believes what is presented before his eyes
but how can he see stars
in a night choked by light.
Past mother’s blue, Artemis waits
her sisters and brothers anticipating those dreamers new
who close their eyes and dream,