It came up bright and shiny.
Rose from the ground. Elliptical and magical.
Rising all around. Smoke had cleared. The sky was bright.
We rub our eyes a bit. For in the haze of our sleep-filled gaze
rose the sparkling ship. We pondered for a second. Our minds
catching up. This was what we prepared for. A new kind of touch.
We levitated toward the ship. Floating on our quiet thoughts
rising toward our dreams. Catching all the sparkles floating
through the seams.
