A/N
This was based on a poem challenge, to write one that uses the words "steam," "dream," and "fleeting." Ended up writing one for Nomad. Figure since it's unlikely to ever see the light of day, those terms are quite fitting. :(
Steam and Sorrow
I sit in my chair on the Nomad.
Out through the glass is the sky.
Obscured by the steam we are venting,
Shrouding where hope goes to die.
…
Contact is lost with the ground.
Squads they don't answer our calls.
We're thus fated to stay in the clouds,
Wandering eternity's halls.
…
For a moment, I see the steam part,
For a moment I see open air
But the moment itself is so fleeting,
And soon I return to despair.
…
To cease our wander, that is our dream.
Yet it's hope I know we cannot claim.
We'll continue to wander the heavens,
And through steam we will obscure our pain.