Greetings, oh traveler of stars,
Welcome to an ancient rock.
Shall I assume even that yet circles our lonely sun?
What is left..
I don't know..
I am eons gone.
You read a dead man's scrawl
Your present..
is my future..
My longing or..
our nightmare
You look around this barren rock long dead..
no ashes,
no dust,
no air
Not even a hint of moisture..but..
Once upon a time..
Picture this:
This barren waste was a pale blue dot..
Hanging in an orbit dark about this almost dead sun
With eight other planets circling a raging star
Beautiful and Powerful..
It gave us light, warmth..
and life..
How do I describe to you?
An Alien?
Not from across a border..
but from the vast outer reach of space
Strange to me..
As I am to you
A blue sky..
reflection of the water..but,
do you have eyes?
See color like I did
Water,
for miles and miles
The green of vegetation
Reds of fire in sunsets
Are you tactile, perhaps..
or of different senses?
I don't know
Words fail..
Smarter than I will fail
My hope?
That you have ways unknown
to "see" what I can barely imply
to observe the beauty of what was..
of the message
that little Voyager capsule finally delivered.
Peace
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.



Comments (1)
I hope aliens get to visit before we have completely destroyed earth. Loved your poem!