Flight of Fancy

I shall persevere with my dream      
to be among those far flung stars,      
as do those clever folk who scheme  
to land a poet there on Mars.      
       
I've heard it called a desert world      
a planet devoid of all life      
but I have seen the sunlight curl      
round rocks like girl's curl round their wife.      
       
Curious as I am I’ve also heard      
the whispering breeze shape the sand      
into the finest feminine curves      
far finer than Angelo’s hand.      
       
The graduations within these reds        
from war-like red to gentle pink      
have spirited me so, my dreams are fed      
to one day sojourn there thus, I think..    
       
To be on the great wing of Maven      
if opportunity should occur      
and launch me into this red haven      
Mars, I shall sleep now, dream myself there...