UFO Sightings

by CindyUng

July 27, 2015

Looking up at the sky,

Either dark or bright --

I see it there

Just above the sunset

And below the sunrise.

It is never still

Soaring in circles around the sun

And even the moon.

Neither wings nor propeller

Not even the honeyed wind

Had taught it to fly.

I know its secret

Either dusk or dawn --

I see it everyday

A strength greater than the unknown.

From being a speck of stardust

To a churning galaxy.

This is beyond nature’s creation

A mysterious animation.

And thus it is never still.

Its shape varies everyday

As it invents a new burst of color

And with a flicker,

It bears it like a starry cape

And keeps rocketing through

The crowded atmosphere,

With a full tank of freedom

And an amour stitched tighter than flesh:

Whatever it becomes,

Even if it never stays the same,

My flashing eyes

Will signal a letter to the heavens

And ask if it is still happy

With the moon and the sun.

Some notice and praise

Some will never stargaze

I can only hope

That it remains to beam with pride,

For it is never alone

With the comets by its side

And with us down on Earth,

Tirelessly watching it

Ever since birth.

I do not know how long

It will last

Or when it will cease its glowing.

Surely it has the strength

To hover through endless light years.

Yet when the time comes

And the black holes are gaping, rising,

Its rays will stretch far enough

To finally embrace the sun

And cradle the moon

If it ever wanted them.

And this solar miracle

Will fade to a grain of moon dust.

Yet we all know

With every particle of trust

That it will never be still.

Oh no, this is no shooting star

This is no asteroid

You are something more special

And most definitely,

Stronger by far.

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CindyUng

Find me where the heart beats faster and the mind runs clearly. If you turn around, you might catch a glimpse of moonlight: Hold it close and you may hear the whispers of my aches and dreams. Speak softly now, you might scare the strength out of me. You'll never know where my thoughts will go next, just let me be the one driving this journey. Someday I'll return to the stars and sleep in the void, a place where I hope to find colors I've never seen before. And when I master the art of painting into the galaxies of pain and recovery, I will discover the truth in me. I will be free, I will be free. Let the constellations tattoo the spaces of my body. ***If you ever want me to check out your poetry, feel free to let me know!***

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