In an unknown place at an unknown time,
I see myself in a cold, white world.
Slanted white structures are covered with rime
In the fog that has already unfurled.
Beyond the horizon is a large, white sphere.
Maybe it is a planet or maybe a moon.
It is another place that is far from here.
It is a place I hope I can reach soon.
Copyright © 2002 by Jonathan Mallard and Bewildering Stories.