Mars (my ballade of)

I've heard the siren breeze of  Mars
seen its red-dust-hazed setting sun
though folk, for sure, will go so far
regretfully I shan't be one.
My birth too soon to feel the hum
of rocket's start's fast thrusting blasts
and racket of life's leaping rush
to new future's from ancient paths...
 
Perhaps crossing's of some new sea bar
as ancient Mariners have done,
some heaven's-bent stainless steel barques
sailing to new worlds now we've won
the old, with bark canoe, stone tools, some
brand new tools now to hack, fantast
driven, new worlds expansion  pushed
from that drive till at the last
 
As from Olduvai and Afar
a thousand years with each step run,
out of Africa's Savannah,
feeling those newer cooler suns...
Not for an age have we just come
but for all time our die is cast
to circle the universe, this is just,
to look God in the eye as in Eden past.
 
Please forgive my million year eye,
my presumptive start of our race,
and, if granted, my little smile  
of its ending, I see no trace...