Breakfast on Mars

Warmth rising from golden brown sand,
            where sun shown bright and hot
Now evening comes, covering the Earth
            with a veil of blackness, time forgot
Venus twinkles and shimmers, brightest object in the sky,
            as stars begin to shine
Not as bright but much more important
            is the red planet which is mine

Sitting in the shadow of the Great Pyramid at Giza,
            the small red twin rises
The Sphinx looks out over the Nile
            as sand bounces off its hide, where it lies
The face that some say does not exist,
            stares out into the darkness of space
Waiting for the children to grow up
            and come home to find the hidden base

I am the watcher sent to observe
            the plans set in motion by my species eons ago
Not allowed to interfere with the design,
            I sleep for decades at a time, deep below
I taught the ancients how to build
            so that the children could honor their creator

But I miss the days
            sitting on the Cydonian plain
            before the existence
            of the great craters

Watching my long dead home,
            so far away,
            brings tears to my eyes
But over the past few years, I am certain,
            the human’s time is almost nigh

When the time comes
            I’ll complete my memoirs while having breakfast
                        on my planet, Mars