Cosmic Words

Connection with space

The blue roses never grow on Earth

Yet the words are for the aliens, not the flowers

This poetry supports the bridge for two worlds

Expression runs through the galaxy

Making way for communication is the job of the poet

Through the stars I learn many phrases

Aliens convey the image to the average

Interpretation reflects back into the empty black

Thoughts of failure are blocked by the absorption of energy

The poet has reached me with his message

No ordinary words form to be complete

Letters separate and come back together

I feel the poetry within my alien body

Knowledge runs through my veins

I can now tell my people of blue roses floating to Earth.