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