Mars, 2001, with the southern polar ice cap visible on the bottom. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
May as well seek for life on Mars
In these hallways only ghosts walk
And it’s been this way for years
Dust is dancing in the sunlight
And such hearts left here forsaken
Are just listless memories
And melodies to silence
And regret
May as well believe in life on Mars
Faith such a strange, sweet aberration
For this place lost deep in time
Believing someday love returns
Is just a fantasy that’s roasting
On the spit of its own fallacy
And all of this just melodies
To silence and regret
© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
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I am reminded of Ursula K. Le Guin’s fantasy/sci-fi that put a weird sort of prehistoric life on Mars. How do we really know WHERE we came from?
The question is whether we actually know even know where we are. Whatever you do, don’t dwell on “Why?”
LOL, wise counsel!! 🙂 🙂
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Very true!! Or where we are going either… 🙂
Sigh…..I believe. 🙂 Starting to anyway. Hugs, Sis!
Cool, thanks Skye!! 🙂 🙂 xxx
This is amazing work. I’ve missed reading your poetry, Helen. I’ve just been SO busy lately. xo
Thanks Noora – ditto re your poetry – I’ve been insanely busy as well so I’m failing to keep up!! 🙂