Sapphire mountains,
Transparent, tall, near Rigel,
An Orion star.
Tall, snow caps the blue, Opaque
Peak. Sunsail barges fly high.
Hexagon sails plume.
Mirrors, Guided by Rigel’s.
Blue light. Beneath is
A plantation. Cotton grows
A blue light’s soft glow illumines.
The grass is emerald
This moon circles a Saturn
Shaped gas giant’s ring.
The color of red violet
The color of indigo.
It hangs above the
Sapphire mountain; its peak
Juts in the planet’s
Center, a blue lightning bolt
Streaks across the Gas Giant’s
Circle. Buggies thresh,
Manually pulled by horses.
Mows cornstalks and wheat
With the jagged peaks tall there
Behind, in the foreground’s wheat.
A starship breaches
The atmosphere strong, Held Mid-
Air by Gravitons.
The starship lands, soft, it’s hull
Opens, a warehouse inside.
The craft is fueled by
Antimatter— The one force
That can power the
Famed Faster than Light Travel.
Men come off the ship, transfer
Goods both to and fro.
Corn, Cotton and Wheat go in.
Along with some mined
Sapphire— Why not, right? Steel,
Wood and spice offload. Workers
Exchange Pleasantries,
Affable “How-do-ya-dos”
The craft then lifts up.
B. K. Neifert 