Visitation

Visitation



Hanging
Stationary
In the air.

Ethereal
From who knows
where.

Spinning
floating
silently by.

Witnessed only
by an observant eye.

Could they be
the giants
of yester-year?

Are they our future?
Or do we need to fear?
Are they warning
of a future event?

Or something glorious
they represent?

They are what we
strive to be.

A higher form -
in time -
we will see.

And as the years
they pass on by
Will we continue
to watch the skies?

Living in hope
that one day
there will be.

A visitation
from another galaxy.

To welcome
us home.

To say hello
To live in a peace
that we have never
ever known.

When all our wars
will end
and cease.

And ENLIGHTENMENT
reigns across
the galaxies.

Then they will
welcome us
home.

And as
neighbours
we
at last

will never
be alone...