A lone, silhouetted spacecraft drifts through a vast, star-filled expanse toward a glowing celestial light in the distance. The scene evokes themes of exploration, fate, and the unknown, with subtle gradients of shadow and starlight.

To Wander the Silent Dark: A Space Opera in Verse

Upon the Void’s rim, voice rises unfearing,
By starlight and sorrow, their soul-song begun;
One world abandoned, now wander they star-bound,
To realms yet unrendered, to lands ever spun.

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Do you hear it? The vast, silent hum of the cosmos, the pull of the stars, the quiet gravity of fate?

This is a story told not in prose, but in verse — an epic space opera that carries the echoes of ancient poetic traditions into the depths of the far future. Inspired in part by Harry Martinson’s Aniara and the Norse Poetic Edda, this tale weaves together timeless themes of fate, free will, and humanity’s yearning for answers amidst the infinite void.

Unlike the ongoing adventures of Anna and her friends, this is a standalone journey (don’t worry, we haven’t abandoned them! We’ll be returning shortly). It follows the crew of Aeon’s Echo — five souls adrift on a starship far from home — as they grapple with a signal that seems to come from beyond the veil of understanding. They all perceive the beacon in their own unique way: some see it as a call, others as a warning, a promise, or even a trap. The choices they make, and the mysteries they uncover, are written in the stars — both figuratively and literally.

Why verse? Some stories demand the rhythm, weight, and lyricism that poetry provides. Here we draw on imagery and sound in a way that prose might not, each line evoking the grandeur of space and the fragile humanity of those who dare to journey through it.

If you’re drawn to the sweeping majesty of science fiction, the haunting beauty of space, or the philosophical dilemmas of choice and destiny, I hope this tale will resonate with you. It’s a blend of the ancient and the futuristic, as much about the vastness within us as it is about the endless void beyond.

Fans of Aniara (Martinson’s, but perhaps also my own?) will recognize the existential underpinnings, while readers of the Poetic Edda or even Tolkien’s The Lay of Beren and Lúthien might sense a familiarity in the cadence and structure (in shorter form than those epic works, I promise). At its heart, however, this is a story for anyone who’s ever gazed up at the stars and wondered: What if?

So, take a moment and explore To Wander the Silent Dark. I’d love to hear your thoughts — drop a comment, leave a like, and follow if you haven’t already. Let’s talk about fate, space, and everything in between.

Thank you for coming along on this journey into the silent dark.

Read the full poem at

To Wander the Silent Dark

(1,558 words; 6 min 13 sec reading time)

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A lone, silhouetted spacecraft drifts through a vast, star-filled expanse toward a glowing celestial light in the distance. The scene evokes themes of exploration, fate, and the unknown, with subtle gradients of shadow and starlight.
stars nebula space

Engines of Creation

Clear skies of a winter’s night,
Stars ablaze, a thousand suns,
Unimpeded before my sight,
The long journey their light has run.

Mighty Sirius, beacon in the void,
Greater even than Jupiter’s arc;
Tau Ceti with her many worlds,
Shining promise across the dark.

Farther off Arcturus burns,
Capella to the Hyades sings,
Ringed with dust Vega turns,
And Fomalhaut in Castor’s wings.

Centuries off Antares shines,
And Canopus in the southern sky,
Rigel anchors Orion’s belt,
Betelgeuse glows red to our eye.

Deneb, distant, ever so bright,
Her light began in ancient days,
Would dominate the northern sky,
Yet is two thousand years away.

What stories they must have,
These lights of our foundation,
What tales they could tell,
These burning engines of creation.

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Beam Reaching the Void

Brilliant as laser light the sail unfurls
Kilometers across,
Reaching away with increasing delta-v;
Circuits encoded, a distributed control,
Carbon-nano resilient
In the face of strikes of dust.

Decades we have voyaged, our home far behind,
Nothing more than a bright point of light,
A memory of the launching beam;
Now ahead we see, brighter by the day,
Our destination, our Centauri dream,
And fabled Proxima b.

Too fast! Too fast! We must slow down,
Deploy the braking sail,
Vector toward our new Sun;
Angular momentum, control lines pulled,
The sheets and halyards of our ship,
Elliptically sling us around the star.

A dozen trips, two dozen, shedding delta-v
With each successive orbit, easing us slowly toward
Our final home, Lagrange One, stable space between
Star and planet, a million miles yet close enough to touch,
Scopes deployed, sensors arrayed, beaming home the news,
Four years to tell you that we’ve arrived.


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Kevin Gill, via Flickr, licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-Sharealike 2.0 Generic