Time should have no meaning

in the black

The void like a cradle

Holding and soothing

Waves of comfort

Washing everything away

But from within

Mixed emotions

Sadness and anger

Storm clouds part

But the sun can't come

That's inside

The black takes care outside

The void leaves nothing behind

But now even the void can not stop time

It is passing

Time without a soul

No soothing or comfort

"I'll help you"

"Who you talking to over there little albatross"

"No one Sir, Captain Sir" She said with a grin.

All the while her hands running lightly and lovingly over the ship's controls.