You would have to be a bat wearing Foster Grants.
Or some shaded eye covering,
Not to notice 'something' in the sky.
Something that has flashed by...
Or stopped just to get your attention.
And your attention these 'objects' demand.

It is time to go within children.
Children of the slow in mind.
Children in denial with reality placed on trial.

Sightings!
That's what these celestrial beings are.
Sightings!
Although depicted in your Bible.
You rely on a consciousness...
That is unreliable.
And that is kept denied.

Sightings!
That's what these celestrial beings are.
An awareness for many.
And unbelievable when seen.
Sightings!
That's what these celestrial beings are.

Slowly piercing through dimensions unknown.
But deliberately done.
Not to have the masses scream.
OR be afraid to submit.

And the return of The One...
To this planet comes!
Or perhaps just one of many ONES,
Representing kingdoms throughout the Universe...
See us and descend!
To be welcomed.

Lawrence S. Pertillar

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sightings/