Carol Masters
She sits by the windowStares into the nightJust waiting for a foreign sound from outsideFar beyond the atmospheres, she is listening for a callTo take her homewards to herselfOh I love you soHe who's Master of the icy shots won't harm you in the morningShe knows that the pavement's hard, there between the starsTo travel on to Martian-Homesick-City
She is weeping silentlyBut there's not a tearJust raindrops falling from the painted ceilingThe dance of the foraging bee will number all the thingsShe has been longing for since she was young"I will not pass this night in vain!"She says, "I'll stand this kind of rain, I'll break the glass,I'll find the path."Yes, Carol wants to go to Mars, back, where the red-cold sunIs sinking to the Channels of A'DAAR
Day breaks through the gratingSomeone moves a chairAnd sunlight blisters dazzling on a glassTake a pill and greet the day for sedative holidaysWhy aren't you sleeping at night?!...Oh I love you so!He who's Master of the icy shots won't harm you till the eveningWe shall meet tomorrow night, and I kiss you just as tenderlyAs CYGNUS kissed the desertsWe shall meet tomorrow night, and I kiss you just as tenderlyAs CYGNUS kissed the deserts