On the sandy shores of Ubin we rested,
And gazed upwards at the heavenly sky.
The patterns that lay above arrested,
The attention of our inner eye.
The sight of King Jupiter's majestic visage,
Earl Vega and Sir Altair in the east.
Funnily, kneeling before the mighty clouds
At the mercy of their shield.
The moon seemed to stand oddly still
As we observed her crinkled face
The Belt of Orion gradually emerged as we,
Stared forever into the foggy haze
We came to gaze at Comet Hartley,
Instead, all we caught were stars.
Meanwhile our conversation drifted
To the certainty of life on Mars.
