For I remember…I am not from this planet.
My planet? Your planet, and the Cosmos. I would like to see other worlds now that I am here.
Impossible as I can only travel in my mind…
As I lay down to speak with the mystery man who, with arrogance, wit, and terrible odor said; Behold! Behold, thy earthing. Your name?
No name, just shadows and wind. Bluffing buffoon, who neither here nor there, thou has cast thy spells; Though I vibe with Earth.
Now think, as I stare into your eyes and give you some pity or even, some treasures to pursue. Now, I did remember when thou begged from here as you stare at my abode; You did not even flinch or blink an eye, I admire thy courage and fearless spirit, for I gave it.
What of Earth?
What of it? For I do not dwell in silence here, I dream of it. Dream of all that is there.
What is there?
The Cosmos, the Cosmos, the Cosmos, the place I belong.
A Poem by, S. I. Guzman