If this small human testament
completes its odyssey
clears the curtains of fiery meteors
crosses the rages of magnetic storms
rides free of hydrogen whirlwinds
falls through coalsack eternities
lands smoothly on the Milky Way
glides along its lightband
to the shores of an unknown planet
in an unknown star-continent
to be found and wonderingly
pondered held in your hands-
this message is meant for you.

Be advised that I lived on
a small green ball in the suburbs
of an unremarkable star
that had begun to run down.
Our race was a sun-people
but died of diseases called wars.
To you out there in star cities
with your libraries, fountains
or you who are still making it
through ice ages of ignorance-
whoever or whatever you are
here is earth's final message:
I love you i love you I love you.

There is nothing more to say
there is nothing better here
and nothing in all the spiraling nebulae
was a frail or as mighty as this.