Above the dunes, in melon haze,
With liquid ethane drops it rains,
And streams snake down the grainy tops
To join the rivers, lakes and fords

Before returning in the sky,
Where they belong, by natural right.
A world harbouring the storms,
Where clouds - thick, and methane cyclones form,

And nitrogen is blowing in the wind,
As asteroids fly by distant rim,
And faint light still reaches frozen thoughts
Upon the hidden ocean, ages-old.

November 2024