Post by Cy Skywalker on Dec 6, 2006 15:19:16 GMT -5
The Morning Star has burned itself;
smothered its land in dull color and torridity.
Claustrophobic, this second planet sears;
as the sun-rays eeke out their close escapes.
Home. Gentle human hands have stroked the cool grass
or flew in swimming through a stream of hydrogen and oxygen.
May they arrest the hands on the combusting wheel
and cut no more branches from the soaring heights.
For jealous Venus flits along our horizon
and bids the Sun send to us its rays
that we may bask and utterly forget
the heat that, trapped, will feed on Earth’s sky next.
smothered its land in dull color and torridity.
Claustrophobic, this second planet sears;
as the sun-rays eeke out their close escapes.
Home. Gentle human hands have stroked the cool grass
or flew in swimming through a stream of hydrogen and oxygen.
May they arrest the hands on the combusting wheel
and cut no more branches from the soaring heights.
For jealous Venus flits along our horizon
and bids the Sun send to us its rays
that we may bask and utterly forget
the heat that, trapped, will feed on Earth’s sky next.
