Rosemary...I like the embodiment of this poem
but I do travel on the dark side...

a few changes offered as suggestions use or lose...
good one!
Totally dark
~ no life around
oblique shapes are remnants.
Who can tell what they mean?
Years, perhaps eons of time pass.
Another life form returns;
aliens or a new form of life emerges.
Archaeologists, Paleontologists wonder,
what came before.
Trying to decipher the writings
on walls, the silver flat disks that remain.
Perhaps following radio waves
from space to finding nothing.
Their interpretations,
~ based on their own culture.
Not knowing the real meaning
or understanding
of what became of this life.
Perhaps it doesn't really matter
because our time is truly over,
we have lost our place in time.