Visitors of mindkind

A starship
outside my house
communicating
telepathically
through
micro
sound
waves
invocing
visual images
of mysterious
beauty
and awe
i dare say
with a spark
of electric blue
and mentalic
silvery
gray

you see....

i opened the stargate
and * they* came
to my aid
in the hour
of no time
revealing themselves
on the very inside
of my brain
yes its true
very true
what i have
just exclaimed

true in a sense
that makes for
me a purpose
of living with
an extra terrestrial
id-entity

that speaks in rhymes
and riddles
and writes in poetry
like a madman
dancing
to  his fiddle
on the roof
of the ancient
brothers
cry and giggle

a starship
i wonder
of all wonders
i deeply ponder
making myself
o so aquainted with
that  feeling
of being under
the spell of...
yonder

~~

he knew too many words
they said
he talked of so many things
they said
he was over his head
and he talked with the dead
all these things
they would say
and then when there was
nothing more to be said
there would follow a long
unbroken silence
where only
the wind in the curtains
would speak
without any words
the very message
of peace
to these people
who knew not
and where hard
to convince of anything
but atleast
the wind tried
its best
it did what winds
do and made a blest
 through an open
window and
replenishes the very soul
on a hot summer day
or freezes the bones
in winter
if  so
it may