Cosmic Body

Cosmic Body,
Craig A. Hickerson Jr.

Intertwine through the axis of life,
Creating illusions that fix the imagination.
Leaving thoughts in they rightful place,
Only to be pulled out for later days.

Aligned by the powers that are unseen,
Thinking it's a dream that erodes the sea.
Connected deep without the imbilical cord,
Wondering are we really on one accord.

Searching the nighttime skies,
For which I have become to wonder.
Searching for gold,
Like the 49ers in San Fran's Hills.

Trying to rebuild my intergalatic home,
No one overstands my language.
I surely don't understand the signs of the land,
Seeking the signs of the times.

Seasons change through out the picture books,
Although they all starting to look the same.
This is trully racking my brain,
I can't tell the differance between sleet and rain.

Wondering why do they peer through my spectacles.
What are they searching for?
Glancing and whispering like I am a strange tourist.
Even though I am an universal traveler.

Why do they speak of a green card,
Do they think I am an illegal alien?
They alienate my space,
Then try to educate me in they own way.

What are they probing for?
Dancing around me with strange miniture swords.
What do they call me strange?
This is just my cosmic body.