Saturn Rings On The Move

The vast and the beautiful

Saturn Rings On The Move

Wicked distance spent, untouched

What is it about Jupiter looming

Colors swirl, ageless, without a break

So many moons, so close it feels like home

Is it not a speck, a dot, fading under Saturn's influence

Wondrous, dressed up in white, covered awake, in open space

In the vacuum void, deep, all consuming beautiful

No room for Jupiter this afternoon

The universe requires rings, insists on rings of truth

Epochs pass in the vastness in syzygy, a celestial orbital path

Sonorous bodies sound hollow but only to themselves on oceans black

A place attended by star light, going back into histories darkest night

Bold in repose, bent on light so far away, simply existing out of reach

Full circled gaseous world roams far

Sounds on translucent Saturn move

Designed in the silence of the cosmos

Bands of ice and rock lift up the planet

Move slowly between their center empty

Hover above to measure time displaced

For days on end encircled, spinning still

Fragments remain intact, translucent

Saturn on the edge, steps out on more oblivion

Rings hang like halos over a decapitated head

Then escape without the aid of gravity

Move out with no notice to the owner

Leaving Saturn naked, lost without its skirt

Stripped of dignity

When ice rings leave their home

No question there will be consequences

They go off in no particular direction

The universe is open to suggestion

There is plenty of room in outer space for growth

Author's Note

Far Out