The Scientist's Muse

by Farfalla the Butterfly-Kitten
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What can I say--too much thesis work in one day? *g*

Daily in my lab at work,
Or at my science station,
I get from thoughts of Captain Kirk
My drive and inspiration

When energy fades and thrill wears thin
From science's wonder alone
I conjure up my second wind
From him I call my own

Sweet waking dreams comprise my fuel
His pride for me, his smile
As vital as each flask or tool
Along the project's mile

I imagine he'll be pleased with me
Up on the bridge above
And know myself to truly be
More worthy of his love.