SATURN'S BALL

SATURN'S BALL

Do you know?
I hold you in thought
and can you know
the suffering as I lay alone
of wanting you hear?

Tossing and turning slows
as lids finally close
rising with sleep's tide
dreams produce memories
of Saturn's Ball.

Will it be so
that you will allow me
this dance upon crystals
privy to the rings of Saturn, under Aquarius' call
and a constellation's string quartet?

Over moons see
Casseopia, Andromeda, and Cepheus
Pegasus and Perseus, sitting above
Auriga holding our children
as Lyra bows.

To cherry violins, a lime viola, and a grape cello
licorice strummed under a Spanish quasar's rustic glow
as we cantilever round through curtains of
Mars tossed roses; we twizzle as
rose sugared petals drizzles down.

Your Ina Bauer, discussed from planet to planet
our Choctaw turns recounted in a comet's flair
bring postulation from blue giants which
give chattering neutrinos a wondrous cause
movements recorded on solar winds.

Ablaze, crossing a March horizon
a dance, a dream recalled
of celestial flights spent
under applauding affirmations
by magnitudes bright.