My ship met land just yesterday
No sooner than it glanced away
Leaving me free to my stories
As I traverse the vastness of these worlds
I do not sail
A sea of brine
I ride the waves of light and time
The churning channel of a universal mind
My ship sent messages today:
How long am I planning to stay?
Out of my orbit, you busybody!
Are tuned so fine
Green is the glimmer of her eye
I break a string when she goes by, by!