Tired of spinning galaxies
Responsive to his beck & call,
He's now acquired the power to see
The monsters on his bedroom wall.
A thousand new horizons
Nestle, gleaming in between
The distant sky and ocean
Of someone else's dream,
Where flinted sparks of sunlight
Dance a tip-toe 'cross the floor,
And faintly breathes the swell that sighs
Upon their farthest shore.