Moon-Milk Eyes redux

the molten ice canyons

That sound out like echo-less tides,

Swirling and squirming with life unfolding and unfound,

In the extinct volcanic dust of red Mars,

You are lounging

With your luminous, diamond milky Moon-Eyes,

You give me a farewell kiss from the ocean wary, earth tide.

I linger to settle in your heart,

That warm, sunny womb,

I long to hold you close,

I long to heal your sadness,

Why does my beautiful muse have to cry sometimes

And why must the cruel wind of change

Cut through our unbreakable

String, as though to unsettle it,

To harm us?

Is there beauty in the sadness

Or is the current tide that my muse is creating

One that signifies a crushing melancholy?

I sink into the rusted red of volcano Mars,

Knowing only your luminous heart,

My Moonshine Milk-Eyes,

You beautiful wonder.