Star Gate2 Wander

Out on the edge of the shadow, the day begins Charting out a course to an aimless star, but not to wander The pioneer has a map, with key, keeping his eye bright He is armed, the light sabre, for friend or foe, and shield Like the fusion that moves him onward, running plasmaCurrents of power, drive propulsion, launch away this ship Yet first he must meet up with the hulking edifice, the ship Soon to be parting from this orbit, the beam-core begins Filled with helium ore and maybe tritium , the ionized plasma This purring star-drive is ready to launch, to fly, to wander Directly; the beam is also a current, projected energy, a shield Meant to direct away oncoming dust, meteorites, too bright To be picked from quantum radar as space without beams bright Radiating a plutonium glow within, the pocket between the ship And dark space, being twisted and warped by this, the second shield Which keeps captain and crew safe from collision, the flight begins The deep stars of the galaxy, both bright and dark, appear to wander From within the tower of the star-cruiser, while it is revving up its plasma Listening to the beam-core purr, its sufficient to check on the plasma The captain takes his turn on watch, keeping his senses sharp, his eyes bright Lest he be invaded, alien ships from without, or a slip of his mind to wander Long he has kept to himself, on nights such as this, alone with his ship And longing for the end of this flight from night, for a new day that begins Without arms or a call to arms. All foes and aliens who force him to shield