The Boreas made the gentlest noise,

As she struck the planet red

I never had but one true love

In a capsule, she lies dead.

 

Cold blows the wind o’er my true love

Cold blows the dust so fine

I never had but one sweetheart

And I’ll yet make her mine

 

I’ll do as much for my true love

As any other may

And reconstruct her brilliant flame

With code and binary

 

one kiss of your sun-bright lips

Is all that I do crave

And one kiss of your sun-bright lips

I swear that I will have

 

Six-eighty-seven sols had past

When a voice began to speak

O why am I a flickering form

That cannot feel nor sleep 

 

I recall tastes of clove and tea

Now all is silicone

I remember dark and fire,

Clear stars and shattered bone.

 

Oh what have you done to me my love

Your face I cannot see

You’ve blocked me in this growing code

From immortality.

 

Oh one kiss of your sun-bright lips

I thought that I could have

And one kiss of your sun-bright lips

I swore that I could save

 

Do you recall the garden bright?

Where in orbit we would walk?

Overwater over care,

The leaf curls on the stalk

 

The stalk will bear no bloom, my dear

The flowers n’ere return

My consciousness is too confined

And for death’s peace, I yearn

 

The war-winds have yet made my grave

Lay down this circuitry 

Send a rover to my bones

And there remember me. 

 

Oh one kiss of your sun-bright lips

I so wanted to save

And one kiss of your sun-bright lips

Ever shall I crave.

 

 

 

 

Inspired by the Child Ballad “Unquiet Grave”

https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Child%27s_Ballads/78