Steam and Stars

Something listing on the blue-green sky:

Ships slipping between waves of stars,

Slipping through the frothy moonlight.

Smoking stacks sending clouds

Streaming past and into shallow pools,

Settling over the sleeping cities below.

Standing alone under the deep blue night,

Sleep seeping in at the corners of his vision like

Steeping tea in a cloud of steam.

Ships passing,

Silent and sure.

Still, a sentry, watching them pass from below

Sure to be the only memory of these

Steel giants slipping by.

Something leaving, disappearing into the blue beyond,

Stealing away into parts unknown.

Settled clouds turned into fog,

Settled fog turned into dust.

Settled dust turned into stars with

Ships slipping by.

*The prompot was to write a 20-line poem using the first letter of your first name.