Dancing sands of the Celebration!
Step, step, round, and twirl...
Tilting aisles of Andromeda...we,
Leaving, learning, fixing
Our sights...tuning satellites...
Racing sand in Celebration!

Dancing sands of the Mother!
Lifting, shifting her skirts...
Recalling the baby she held to suckle...
Taming, naming it 'Andromeda'...
Tossing high, higher, out...farther-
Racing, chasing only one hour ago!

Shaking skirts free of sand!
We laugh crinkles skyward, blinking
Pin-points beckon...
In the distance, our Path, course, journey...
Ahead, behind, above...hands, that held
Andromeda,
Fluff pillows, mountains, clouds,
Of our new
Home.

elysabeth faslund

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/andromeda-s-mother/