Vision Quest To Titan Poem by Barry Middleton

On Saturn's moon there is a place,
the region of Xanadu,
where light shines from the ocean floor,
beneath a dome of blue.
The sky above is frozen ice,
yet every soul is warm,
as gentle currents ebb and flow,
protected from the storm.
There is no hunger in that realm,
the planet is alive,
and life is filtered from the sea,
where peaceful beings thrive.
Immortal forests never yield,
for they are left to stand,
there is no need to harvest them,
perhaps as gods had planned.
The creatures there will never die,
transparent as the breeze,
they sleep forever in this womb,
the cradle of the seas.
This planet/moon grants every need
to spirits of this place,
who are but parts of one great soul,
one land, one Titan race.
Perhaps the earth was once like this,
in Eden's fertile glen,
and Xanadu and vision quests,
reveal what might have been.