A Glorious Moment Poem by Philip Lore

Without a sound, from some distant star,
Hovering silently, they traveled far.
A metallic disk, pulsating lights,
Alien eyes...search earth's night.

So much deception,
This is no perception,
Deceivingly so,
A UFO.

Todays logic,
Forget the past,
The future arrives,
The mold is cast.

Our futures connect
Dreams of the past.
Aliens here!
A hoped meeting... at last!

Probabilities can be computed,
This encounter never refuted.
A journey into abstract conceptions,
Glimmering hope, at a momentous reception.

Engines brightly glow,
Rotating lights, dim gray,
It slips away its existence,
No glorious moment,
It slips away.

No one will know,
A few hours ago,
Why this UFO landed,
Where will they go?