the chief scientist takes his job quite seriously

Cross the glistening sands

eon-etched ocean of time

’neath guardian rock and regolith

Something is dreaming

It knows the depths and darkness

And it knows what lies above

The winds that whirl the dust of ages

it ponders life and love

Of what does it dream

In its cold and empty world?

Where does it find its wonders

Its visions to behold?

Will it find the answers

Its plots and fantasies?

Of what does it dream?

It dreams of thou and thee

Prepare the instruments

To probe this entity

Heed the directed protocols

Observe with dignity

Care not to impose bias

Our wishes and our fears

Something dreams a message

Let us strive to hear

Yet what does it dream

what fate does it portend?

What power in its thoughts

to embrace or to defend?

Could it be a danger

Red menace come at last?

Or is it just a dreamer

Evoking a golden past?

Silently appearing

high above this world

Reaching out inquisitively

my senses are unfurled
Dancing joyous

floating free

Impulse comes to

bind myself to thee

Alone I emerge

as the stars provide

outward facing emptiness

In depths my soul resides

Detecting shapes and shadows

the scientists theorize

Outlines form beginnings

Thoughts upon the skies

Standing waves arising

Our buffers overrun

A narrative is forming

The story has begun

What does it dream?
What does it dream?
Tell me! What does it dream?
What does it dream?

The sun and the moon

The land and the sea

Yin and yang

Thou and thee

Adam and Eve

Low and high

Loners to lovers

Planet and Sky

That’s you and me, baby

This I will testify

Loners to lovers

Planet and Sky

You and me baby

Me oh my

Loners to lovers

Planet and Sky

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