I cry tears of green
I am in pain—I am not emotional
The boom has caught me off guard
Slammed into the back of my head
with a sudden gust of errant wind
He laughs at my expression with boyish charm
I almost join in
My friends would be astounded
But my friends are all here
The doctor is gone now
and he is an old man
While I am still in my prime.
I called him up when the wind changed
and he was eager as ever
still the boyish captain ready to explore
if only his own backyard
The ocean is fickle as always
so much like humanity
There are no oceans on my home planet
or should I say my father's home planet?
After all, my mother is from Earth
so if deserts are in my blood
so are the oceans
My friend is at home here
as he was among the stars
I still feel out of place
except by his side.