In the freezing regions
far beyond the Sun
lies a gas giant with internal heat
to fire the imagination,
an endless atmosphere
that harbours hidden worlds
but speaks of gods,
an exotic meteorology
of violent storms and cataclysms
where clouds of soot compress
into showers of liquid diamond
never to be grasped by mortals.
Ice moons look on, keeping their distance
envious or fearful
among the fragile beauty of the ice rings,
long known to possess the power
to inspire our dreams.