May 16, 2016
Your Satellite
When your dance gets random My orbit zigzags, making sharp pointy waves, Eccentric and erratic Frantically trying to find space back in your magnetosphere. Io, I am. Most ardent, devoted moon. Io, your satellite. Hold me near, electrify your silver dust on me And I will never fly out of orbit. Never misjudge my core, Never underestimate the volcanos. Io, I am. Your most passionate supporter. Io, your satellite.