Or maybe I am a starship, circling an unknown
world. Your face, a mystery. Your secret mind,
a colony. Think what earth births, all overgrown
with the profligate prodigies of animal kind.
What forms can take shape in an alien wilderness?
What dragons lurk there, breathing fire? What mermaids
tangle the senses? What shadowy abysses
lie in wait? What predators ply their trades?
When our eyes lock, sometimes I feel
in that stare a certain ruthlessness. An arctic
terrain inhospitable to love. But I appeal
the evidence of instruments. They are too quick.
Captains must see for themselves. Scotty beam
me down! And keep me safe if I dream.