The Voice From Space

The exoplanet was on my view screen.

I flew as close as I dared.

As on Saturn’s moon Titan,

the sunset sky was turning

from yellow to orange to brown.

Then, I heard the Voice.

He asked the question.

Who are you?

I could not reply.

The voice was dissonant, disharmonious,

but with a continuum of understanding.

Spellbinding circulations spun my brain.

Was this God?

It was a voice not out of time,

but unable to rest,

nowhere to bury itself.

I turned my ship, sped away,

afraid to look back.

But I shall return in the future,

one way or the other.