I wonder what the waves

of the methane sea

sound like

when they crash

into the shore

on Titan. 

Do they have little curl waves

polite in their sound,

soothing to the ear?

Or thunderous cacophonies

of reckless natural violence,

brutish poundings of that orange

hued coast?

Is it a petite' woosh-woosh-woosh,

a repetitive susseration of pleasant sound,

or a REALLY LOUD ROAR,

deafening, majestic, insane.

I would that we could go there,

holding hands on the frigid orange strand,

quixotic, exotic,

travelers of space and time,

comfortable in our pursuit

of a liesurely spent eternity.

Or maybe I'll go alone,

and sit there in quiet awe,

as Saturn sets on the horizon,

Sol glinting off His glorious multi-toned rings,

bedazzling in its color and glare.

And the stars

glittering in the firmament,

diamond-like pinholes

in the raven cloak of night,

a sumptuous backdrop

to the most fantastic of scenes,

In the silent alien world all around me,

nothing stirs,

I am perfectly alone,

except for the noise of the waves,

and the restless sea.