Sea of Despair

In this poem I describe an imaginary experience on the lunar surface of the moon. Again I contrast the benign with the sinister.

 

I wandered the desolate, cold, airless landscape of the moon.

I climbed unclimbable mountains, and I descended the deepest craters.

I leaped from her rocky surface to almost touch the Milky Way.

Earth shone across the solar system like a brilliant turquoise jewel.

I was bewitched by her Majesty the Moon,

and I walked in a dream to the Sea of Despair,

mindless of all dangers--a lunatic.

I slowly waded into the aquaeous shallows along the shore.

Shall I go all the way? Shall I...?