Second attempt at the Secret Keeper’s challenge—a poem incorporating these words:
SPACE | FRIEND | EVENT | MOVE | AIM
A remembered voice calls to me in the night,
A lover hailing from the depths of space,
Celestial happening, movement of starlight,
I’ve never seen the contours of his face.
Weightless air one day I aim to be,
And leave the bonds that tie me to the earth,
For the stars call those who have the eyes to see,
Who seek forever love and know its worth.