Space Fever

I must go back to the stars again, to the lonely sea in the sky,
And all I ask is a starship and a helm to steer her by;
And the coils kick and the star’s song and the solar sail’s shaking,
And a gray mist on the planet’s face and a bright dawn breaking.

I must go back to the stars again, for the call of hyperdrive
Is a wild call and a clear call that cannot be denied.
And all I ask is a solar wind with the eddy currents flying,
And the jump made and the warp of space, and the power core whining.

I must go back to the stars again, to Vega, Epsilon, and life,
To Star’s End and the Milky Way where the light is a whetted knife;
And all I ask are new worlds to explore and discover,
And a quite sleep and sweet dreams when the long trek is over.