Ashes to Mars.

The Urn containing ashes are the final port of call

Civilization comes and goes a million per square of time

Time ending births and beginnings meaning without end

I look at this in a very serious sense of direction 

Where the ashes now in hand and Urn becoming Mars

Are placed onto another’s long stony abandoned history 

From a stilled darkness to a wider door water magically exists

The still sand stone swept in time bare little else but gargoyles 

only the Rovers eye of technology can mix the red like sands

The changes to the environment of world to NASA and home

This would extend our ambition to reach out beyond our star

The Urn of our ashes may carry us in our sleep to and beyond

Days stormy seas.