Dog Star Dreams Poem by C Richard Miles

In dreams, the Dog Star is my destination
And so, across the solitude of space,
I sail, a cosmonaut inside my spaceship,
A poor example of the human race.

What will they make of me on my arrival,
The denizens of such a distant shore?
Will they be mean, a threat to my survival,
Or will they be intrigued to know much more?

What will I need to say so they don't fear me
Since they may know man's urges to destroy?
How can I plead for peace, so they come near me,
For peace has been my vision, man and boy?

In dreams, it's not the Dog Star that is alien;
What's strange is inhumanity is man.
Is altruism such a feeble failing
Or is it part of some unwritten plan?

So, is a dream of peace and toleration
As far away as Sirius in the sky?
Why doesn't nation get along with nation?
I'm sure that they could do it if they try.