Starry Drifters

Out on the edge of the starry plain,

Where cowboys ride and echoes wane.

A lone wanderer drifts, his ship unnamed,

In a universe where destinies are claimed.

Through swirling galaxies and celestial streams,

He hunts his prey, chasing elusive dreams.

With a harmonica's tune and a revolver's gleam,

He dances with fate in the cosmic scheme.

His comrades, a ragtag bunch of roamers,

Each with a past, like distant summers.

From Venus' grace to Saturn's jest,

Together they roam, on an eternal quest.

In dim-lit cantinas and asteroid dives,

They seek their fortune beneath starry skies.

But in the quiet of the endless night,

They find their solace in the fading light.

So tip your hat to these cosmic drifters,

As they ride the heavens, seekers and sifters.

For in the vast expanse of the endless ride,

They find their truth, side by side.