Ufo Of Night Or Mind?

He focused on the waters. Above, an Overhanging vista: layers of hues Were blending in complexity, Tuning in the sky's allure – the blues Had darkened overhead, revealing What he really sought - the minor streak Could not have been a meteor. An easy thrum had underlined a sleek And ever-growing yellow core, Pursued by dancing tails of teasing fire; His hopeful eyes adapting, peering, Smoothing out the contrast. A glorious choir Trilled inside the power plant, Harmonising in the pitch of black. The trail of dazzling effluence had Harkened him to bend, arch his back; Give his disbelieving eyes a Sense of concept, thus assimilate The aviating UFO. For many barren years he had to wait For such a prize: a form unknown – Unique to Man – for him to see it land Atop the shore. The underside Received a gentle nudge from running sand, Frantic in the wavelets. He launched, Lurching, surging down in salutation, Bidding all an earthly welcome … Overcome by his hallucination. Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009 night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night night