Mars and Moon

In your eyes
the captured moonlight,
floating in a pool of 
gathered stars.

In the red dust
of all my catastrophies
I crave their light,
through waves of
inescapable wretched fate,
the honesty of their course
the pleasant spheres of
your mind, your form.

Starry the darkest moons and skies
that lift the lonely wanderer
and wind´s song to rise,
to fill the heart to slow dance and sing
upon the foreboding relentless tide.