Old Poem

Was reminded of this by a photo of Earth from Mars.  I wrote it in 1978.  Cold War was still in full cry.  Alas, this scenario is still a possibility. 

Orphan
By C.K. Clark
1978

I sail a sea of night
In a silver shell of air
That I used to take flight
From the troubles back there.

Home is a pale green light
Shining far behind me in space
A teardrop of the face of night
Shed for our own foolish race.

I seek a new island
in this black ocean of space
A jewel on which to land
Upon the night's velvet face.

A new home shining bright
In the still, silent blackness
Shining in the eyes of night
A chance for a new Genesis.