Just under the Milky Way.
Powered by my eternity
The veil doth sway.
Alien winds blow through my hair
Ruffling my very existance.
I ride the crest with trepidation
Fighting my own resistance.
Graced by lunar dust
Shimmering on my skin.
Reflections of twinkling stars
Make my glory seem thin.
I wonder why I ride the crest
Why I'm not immersed amoungst them.
Those twinkling, shining, gaseous stars
Do they know their distant mayhem?