Zap, a gigantic lightening bolt precedes a mystical power surge.
Traversing the cobalt skies, like horizontally sleek outriggers.
Vividly scoring chords to hang our every word on.
Like musical lines, writing out our lost dreams and regrets.
Sound-waves echoing, poles apart, going north, south, east and west.
Conducting iridescent lights over our purple and orange sunset.
Vibrating quasars, pulsating from deeply inside, outer-space.
Focusing towards the huge magnetic Receiving Dish, signalling “An Arrival”.
Recording a celestial traveler, singing with an angel’s voice.
Resonating sweetly, like Handel’s, Messiah Hallelujah Chorus.
Translated into our universal language of symphonic sound.
Digitally televised for the world’s population to simultaneously view.
The Super-Sonic Cosmic message to be heard loud and clear.
“We’ve returned to your degraded planet earth”.
“To again, bestow upon you, Peace And Goodwill”
“Like we’ve done before, Eons of Millenniums ago”
Ivor Steven (c).