5473 A little green dot

In this hidden part 

Of my existence, 

Where neither the rings 

Of Saturn 

Nor the spherical moons 

Of Jupiter 

Have their jurisdiction, 

There is a little green dot 

That vaguely 

Moves in 

The direction 

Of the hands 

Of love. 

It is my hope 

To see you today, 

When the sands 

Of my clock 

Mark the time 

Of your arrival 

In my room.