Come Away With Me
2005-01-17 - 11:43 p.m.
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Come away with me
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.
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