Jean

Dear master of a secret soul
That's sweetly haunting near;
So certain in your knowing that
There's reason not too fear.

There's none who moves you on,
O, fearless lord of night,
Before your lofty spear has struck
To conquer all in sight.

And if you choose to move, you do,
In single minded ways;
And captured in your opal eyes--
The vict'ry of your gaze.

Though in my heart there's room for all,
On this you can depend;
I'll never turn my back on you,
My loyal martian friend.

- Edna Huber (1971)