Upon the wind, the driving rain does ride,
Forever pounding droplets hide the sun,
Like cannons shooting at our dome, they stun
The walls above, there is no place to hide.
They torrent falls on us, beside the ocean side,
We watch the silver sea, the waves that run.
Too near we are, and soon to be undone,
We'll die when comes the rising of the tide.

    This world is Venus, Goddess, shining light:
Forever bathed in clouds, eternal rain
That plays upon the waves, in winds does spin.
Her oceans grey in day, and black in night
Now creep up lonely shores, the land they gain:
The rising tide and waves come washing in.

                                      1976