My mind

My mind down dusty corridors, i wander everywhere lie the discarded thoughts of a disorganized and undisciplined mind reminiscent of a once busy museum now deserted and seemingly long forgotten Then turning a corner,i find myself suddenly in the midst of a hive of activity. A new Curator has come with fresh ideas and input reawakened and invigorated i feel a new sense of purpose and interest dedicated to My friend Helena

Titan

Shrouded in red clouds 

surfaced in a slushy mix

ammonia,methane and water ices

Spewed out by ice crusted volcano`s

an astro-physicist`s dream