The Loneliness of a Long-Distance Spacecraft
Created | Updated Dec 16, 2013
My creators entrusted me with a disc,
gold-plated greetings from homo sapiens.
Messages from presidents, human music,
songs of whales, birds and oceans.
As children stand at the wave's margin
launch a bottle with a letter,
dreaming of some distant island,
my creators hoped to reach aliens
intelligent enough to read their thoughts.
I did my duty for my creators
sent images of Io's huge volcanoes,
Saturn's braided rings. I travelled on
beyond the boundary of the sun's realm,
trailing a little solar plasma.
In the desert of space, I'm less
than the bottle - only dust.
Here is nothingness. Only darkness
cold and silence for ever.
