the Sea of Tranquility
named by an imaginative soul
yet not a sea at all
a burnished, basalt hole
sunken eye watching humanity toil
a pockmarked director of tides
conducting diurnal rhythm
as we squander, as we spoil
heavenly, cyclic conductor
my monthly crimson hymn
whispers to your balsamic phase
a veiled face reflecting
in your lakes of saturnine solitude, of sorrow
floating weightless in Mare Fucunditatis
childless in my ferrous scented tomorrow
Wake up…
I’m the light at your window ledge
the translucent dimmed rays
by yonder garden hedge
I’ll soothe you in delicate lunar shine
as tendrils a twinkle over eyelash meet
cajoled in dreams to be ever mine
then drip heavy with nectar, my sweet
Before dawn I’ll fade into the infant blue
slipping gently from the ebony cloak of night
toiling with tides as I bid you adieu
a love weary, cratered satellite
Image courtesy of NASA, December 1972. The large crater near the center of the image is the 20 km diameter Pytheas,
We are two moons of Saturn
you and I
Floated on a set trajectory
you my Titan
Bold and cloaked in ammonia veils
I your Hyperion
a porous remnant
susceptible to cosmic influence
bonded in celestial resonance
Sometimes as you pass
I hear your cryovolcanos spew
a humming firmament
beneath murky methane clouds
and you hide hydrocarbon oceans
in frigid darkness
And I am set into a chaotic rotation
a child’s broken spinning top
no magnetic poles mark my iced canyons
pitted and aged by
ancient asteroid assault
Tumbling through the abyss
you and I
For all you moon inspired, night sky gazers.
Titan Image courtesy: NASA/JPL-Caltech/Space Science Institute, June,9 2017 (Cassini Orbiter)
Venus clings to the moon this night
Coyly bathed in his glow, so bright
She makes herself small to appease his lunar ego
So frail
after the pockmarked, crater malady of his youth
But, a universe-al truth: she is the greater one
calmly soaking fresh heat from the Sun
before spiralling into the distant celestial deep
wrapped in sulphurous cloud veils
as we sleep
