In Pursuit Of Stars Poem by Victor Ogoti

I have been to the moon
How awesome the contrast
Of the world behold,
and the world behind

I have seen the stars so near
So close to the grasp of my palm
I have touched the soul
of the outer space

I have listened to the music of the stars
All In the glory of my maker
And in all the fears of fate
He has been my certainty

I see your hungry smiles
I see your open palms
Albeit in tiny shades
My eyes are not blind

Did I trample on your feet so hard?
As I grappled for my way up
Did I break your feeble backs?
As I rode them to space

Please hold my space for me
I'll be back with virgin grains
Of fertile moon land soils
To fertilize our tired land

I'm coming back down
For here in the space
There is no more air
To last another breath