Distant and void,
Frigid and alone,
Far from where they started,
Yet no closer to where they’re meant to be,
Are two lonely little spacecraft
Tasked with filling the silent spaces between the stars
With the riotous song of the human dream,
Themselves dreaming of an ending,
A point in space and time
When they can rest,
And where they can find themselves spinning
Around some distant star unlike our own
On a collision course,
A billion years from now,
When humanity is but a ghost,
Echoing, lonely and lost,
Around the epicenter of a stage called Earth,
On which their song was sung,
Upon which their battles were lost and won,
From whose green and blue depths
They launched two small voyagers
Just to say,
“We were here.”
Caitlin Cacciatore ~ Poet and Author 