Light wind blows out of the sun
Trim the sail as the head comes round
Feel the urge to be off and gone
Need to leave this crowded sound.
Before the wind at last to run
Spread the sail to catch it all
Nature’s power freely won
Take conditions as they fall.
Accelerating out, away
Take supplies to colony
Forget restrictions of the day
Time is different when free.
Before this trade-wind always flying
Supplies for all the far-flung men
Across this ocean will be plying
Homeward coming who knows when.
Measure stars against the course-plan
Navigating straight and true
Strain in guys and heat in brain-pan
Speed the darkest, deepest blue.
Bottled messages, these voices
Signals from far, far, away
Contact slim and few the choices
Square-law will soon them decay.
The boredom, centuries alone
Carrying the arts of man
Not a gramme of flesh or bone
Just thoughts alone in a tin can.
For I am crew and I am Captain
I am ship and ship is me
Sensing space, for I am ship-brain
Ever lonely, ever free.