Blue Eyes

Here we are,

On this magnificent

red planet.

Hadn’t we dreamed

such dreams before?

To think that we

used to speak of this day

as a far off fantasy.

Perhaps I’m asleep

and I’ll soon awake.

You lay on my lap

as we did in the Zen Garden

of our youth.

The soil is dry, red, barren.

It’s as if it’s begging to be

brought to life, again.

I scan the black canvas above,

looking for the blue dot

we grew up on.

Unable to find it,

I turn my head toward you.

I find comfort in

those same blue eyes.

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Notes: This poem is from the point of view of a guy and a girl on Mars. I wrote it for a science fiction story I’m working on. In the story, the couple had been planning on moving to Mars for a long time, and now that they’re there they are excited but things are different and alien to them. They find comfort in each other.