The Laerdav Verses

So we arrive - the cold air greets us.
It washes over our hears and cools the space
behind us. Ruffles our hair.
For we are there.

The crystalline palace, built up by the people,
to worship their gods and honour
their masters: the crowned ones.
Worship the suns.

We share a fire to warm up the night
We cannot sleep under strange stars.
Sunlight in jars.
Weary, so far
on this faceted shard.

Ambassadors greet us, their faces welcoming,
but hiding their reasons. Sheltering us
they keep us for strange causes.
They ride horses.

And galloping home they tell their families
about us, the travellers. The vagrants
of Earth. The cosmic homeless.
Cold air caress.

We share a fire to warm up the night
We cannot sleep under strange stars.
Sunlight in jars.
Weary, so far
on this faceted shard.

We have alien faces
and skeleton bodies.
Unfamiliar to those
who greet us on this
new planet.
And I remember my wife
and the day I arrived.

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I've not thought about space for a while. The idea that civilizations exist elsewhere in the universe is so beautifully compelling to me that I have to acknowledge it. Who are they? What are they? Will we ever visit them? Time will let us know.