Can we walk among the stars? 
Like children tether-free of earth,
like comets burning holes through black, 
like little flecks of northern lights?
And shall we leave our footprints on the moon?
So far-off paths will shine in sunlit dust,
and worlds will twirl on by without a word, 
and astronauts will not feel lonely.
We will sing where sound was never heard,
we will search the place no one has seen, 
we will draw the beautiful from empty space—
and maybe some low soul will see the sky.