Dream of a fantastic voyage

Poetry Corner:

By 스테베오텔

I dream of a place I want to go
To a place that is over a billion miles away.
Since we haven’t even landed a man on the planet Mars, which takes a little over six months for our present rockets to reach, It may be a long wait before I can take a trip that now takes four years by the same rockets to get to Saturn’s moon Titan. - Τῑτάν in Greek.


Yes this trip is a pure fantasy,
No one would be there to bother me,’
The sky a cloudy dim orange colour,
The air a combination of ammonia and the smell of gasoline,
The cool air is usually a nice chilly -280◦,
The atmosphere is about right.

There are lakes of methane,
Great for a swim,
As Ringo said in an Octopus’s Garden, no one there to tell us what to do,
The atmosphere is about like here,
Just a nice warm coat, a bottle of oxygen, and a wet suit to keep off the cold.

Maybe I can even take a swim in one of the lakes?
I like cool dimly lit places and I would enjoy the solitude, even though It would be find if I found a moon woman to keep me company.

Yes what a fine place to visit,
As would be Saturn’s other moon Enceladus,
As would be Jupitor’s moon Europa,
Both which have water in them,
Maybe there is intelegent life in one of these places
Maybe there’s intelligent life somewhere in the solar system,
We already know it is lacking here on Earth.