A ray shines ‘cross the vacuum
The mass spins through a rolling cloud
Unseen by any whose earthly hooves
Might trespass through that ageless world.
Six islands float in the void
Alit by the luster of space
Far below the land looks brown and warm
And the violet mist its contour shapes.
When seen from a moon above
The planet’s face is plain and bare
Hiding the wonders that lie within
The verdure rich, and creatures rare.
The night is cool upon that rock
Which twirls above a lofty arm
Stretching toward the watcher who is
Frozen in the endless storm.
