All alone the drive was long
Every evening, pastels of twilight slowly glow
Awaking dreaming, spots of stars begin to show

All alone the drive was long
He was singing with the sound
While finishing his favorite song
He pulled slowly into town

The seminar would start at five
According to the invitation
Before checking in he would drive
And try to find the right location

In the darkened square at night
Offices and shops were closed
But beyond there was a light
Glowing treetops were exposed

Blue then green the aura changed
The driver’s eyes were opened wide
A farmer’s field seemed rearranged
He pulled up slowly along its side

“Quick now, men, ease it down
There’s a car quite near the field
Someone might just hear the sound
My hope is we won’t be revealed.

Put her down beyond the shed
They might see our engine’s shield
A few more minutes here, instead
All evidence must be concealed.”

Forcing the phone between his knees
The governor’s aide let out a sigh
Fifteen calls in thirteen days
Regarding something in the sky

At a peaceful, placid lake
Ducks were bobbing, half awake
Exploding suddenly to sky
Squawking, screeching, flying high

Believers in their cozy rooms
Never thinking thoughts not given
Without a thought, never assume
From sofas, movies and easy living

Florescent midnight basement light
Assembly rooms, white coats and tools
Circuit boards and miles of wires
Naïve, unsuspecting fools

“That ignoramus Einstein fool
A century of unquestioned laws
Science built on information
Gathered from equipment flaws

And here we wait within this field
If discovered, you know the plans
By your oath you are duty bound
Our craft not pass to other’s hands.”

The businessman was filled with awe
Weaving among the stiff corn stalks
Recalling the strange light he saw
The aura gone, but still he walks

“Call the base, he’s getting close
Tell them that we might be seen
We’re ready for the Exit Process
Self destruction with auto-clean.”

Screaming tires down Highway nine
A large truck pulls into a lane
Lights ablaze, siren wailing
Farmer Jones says, “How insane!”

“Out, sir, now!” the bullhorn blares
“Environmental Problem Team!”
The businessman jumps out and stares
Uniformed staff swarm the scene

“Leave the work to our patrol,
Mr. Jones, go back to sleep
The situation is in control
We’re gathering data we must keep.”

The hotel bed comforts his thoughts
Of living now among the norm
The water parts, the crew returns
Recalling fearful oaths they’ve sworn

Every dawn, twinkles of mist amongst the dew
Awake the dreaming, a lovely scene observed by few