Finally, a peace for just one hour.
I turn off my cosmic music for space travelling.
Docking bay 7 is open.
Too much time alone with an earshot of my own voice rambling.

I pass by the earth mirror on the portal fix.
Looks like its autumn back at home.
The voices of welcomed stranger's converse.
As I roam this cosmic stepping-stone.

I walk by the Trance Mezzanine
A Scarlett haired beauty is strumming the Cloud Harp.
The music and her eyes pierce my existence.
Through tones and visuals, I feel a Transcendence.

The Sky pager sounds off.
Docking ship Night-drive is ready for ether space.
Has it been an hour already?
Back to my travels at light speed pace.