Ode Under Phobos and Deimos

Two blind eyes overlook the Mars,
Whose soils, burnt orange, nest
Ones sharp but shorter-lived than stars
And lips in prayers pressed
For her whose soul under two moons
They saw frail and undressed.

The moon's song for the morning burns
Above the measly terra
Like an alarm with every turn
For era after era;
But overhead the moons of Mars
Float - silent ephemera.

So he inscribes upon its skin
Until it's riddled through
To mock Earth's tropospheric spin
In telescopic view
A song, with the decoder - dead,
And nothing in its lieu,

For love unpainted and unseen,
Touched with no human hands:
To that, perhaps, somewhat akin
Living in Saturn's bands;
Wandering asteroid paths;
Drifting in Neptune's lands.

The milky swirl of creeper vines
Uphill across the sky
No man could climb, stuck as it twines
And hauls the light years by;
So ode to ode implodes with age
As Earth's tongue withers dry,

Oh Mars, athwart oblivion's track
Your words to time give chase
For but a light tossed in the black -
A promise in white lace:
For ephemeral, cosmic love
Earth's moon cannot replace.

In recognition bob the moons
Like sisters on a swing,
And for no morn's approach too soon
Do they, impatient, sing,
Allowing words to live, and Earth
Feel envy's icy sting.

Earth's silver blackens, gold corrodes
In weak illumination,
All jewels dim, all poets' odes
Are stalled with limitations
When the lone way-mark tumbles down
To bring weak tides deflation.

The sores of Paris open! Pop
Helm-shining Rome's old blisters!
Peel back scar-tissues of the Alps!
And meet you no resistance
As wonders of the Earth collapse
As light as paper figures,

For earthly beauty all retires-
Necrotically displaces-
Helpless like oxygen-starved flies
Against your godly faces:
Your magnitude to none compares,
Your power none defaces.

The best of both abandoned worlds:
The most exquisite yearning,
As silent winds no trees do whirl
And no moons cease their turning,
I sailed to find for you, and I
Shall never be returning.

Two blind eyes overlook the Mars:
Below them I sit back,
Mosaicking you among the stars
Through the incessant track
Of sister-moons, as one lights up,
The other - fades to black.