Star Trek: The Original Sonnets

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Shoulder-to-shoulder, face to face 

there is but room to gasp for air

as lifes presses in every place;

filled with the tradition of fair,

even stars move slowly for fear 

of snuffing out that thing most dear.

Eyes will see hearts that wonder how

to break the mold yet stay their vow;

those hearts beating their ears to deaf

so none can hear enough to think,

enough to know beyong the rink

there waits a time to leap - a clef.

It takes but one to move mountains

when hope follows, when it fountains.