Ecliptic Gales  

They stared down through some passing clouds  
as Titaness with mis-matched eyes  
who with their beams might analyze  
Terra and her remorseless crowds...  
   
hoping to suck sweet sea born air  
by Venus spark and Lunar light  
all through the Oceanid night  
in squalls of silver Gaea hair...  
   
insufflating the mind eye thrill  
for King tide waves and crashing surf  
and life returning to the turf  
or flying kites from some keen hill,  
whereon Zephyrs may just commune  
with litter leaves...and bards attune.