Cosmic Waves

 

From a distant sun on the cosmic waves

we heard voices raised

unintelligible to human ears

a sound from the stars

from ancient spheres,

a species born of a planet far from here

speaking through the galactic mist

we listened but the language was just noise

through the static hiss of the universal void

 

Tripping through galactic meadows

sounds so sweet, like singing angels

but the words meant nothing to us

just garbled communication

from a planet of dust

couldn't comprehend a meaning

or discern a feeling

just sounds fleeting and flipping through

the background noise of the universal stew

 

From a distant star, a far flung galaxy

a world miraculously contacted us

connecting through the maelstrom of cosmic dust

debris of comet strikes

and nebulae of dazzling light

but we couldn't understand

were they trying to hold out a hand?

or were they baring arms?

did we need to sound alarms?

 

From a different world

someplace circling a different sun

the dawn chorus had begun,

a song of hope or of hurt

sounds of happiness or of hardship

as the spaceships flew

coming into view,

were they coming to destroy or serve?

would we hold our nerve?

or would we do what we always do?

shoot first ask questions later

if only we had a translator

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace, Love and Poetry.

Kyle.