Closer they move to that beacon in the earthly night,
For it is their encampment,
The light as they move closer takes a definitive form,
It is a sphere of vibrating light,
With the brilliance of an artificial sun,
Towards the sphere they trek.
Ahead of them many figures stand,
Beings with the same appearance as they walk towards them,
Silent is the greeting,
They make their way thence into within the sphere,
For this is their home from home here on the earth plane,
For these are the pioneer's of their colony on mother earth...
Within the many who inhabit this colony,
Are also forms of human guise,
Earthly people who aid these celestial people,
Mortals who deny being part of their chaotic civilisation.
And the new arrivals make their way to a central point,
Around them a throng gathers in expectation,
For the new arrivals carry messages from home,
Strengthening of the signal beams has been achieved,
Already those of chaos leave behind this planet,
Thus the healing beam is making clear its intention.
written by Matthew James circa 1995
