Starman
From the whirling clouds of matter swirled
From some dark distant place,
Far beyond the distant vistas that
The Hubble's lens could trace,
There approached a battered vessel like
The long lost Holy Grail,
With a magno-drive, half crippled, as
It landed on its tail.
With the crusted metal glowing with
The detritus of space,
And an inner hum, a grinding like
A flywheel out of place,
There was seen to be an opening,
A long descending lip,
And a man with moons and crescents
On his helmet, left the ship.
And the suit he wore was silver of
No texture known to man,
With a symbol on his shoulder like
The god we knew as Pan,
While an aura formed around him
Like the stars within the skies,
They were whirling in confusion,
Were reflected in his eyes!
And there followed in his train a host
Of men with angels wings,
But they shimmered like the mist of
A mirage, the desert brings,
And the sound they made was painful like
The music of the spheres,
It made soldiers dropp their weapons,
Fall to earth, and hold their ears.
Then he strode on out amongst them like
A giant in the land,
And he seemed to grow in stature as
He opened up his hand,
Where a tiny whirling cosmos whirled
Elliptic in reverse,
Like a model of the galaxy,
Our own small universe!
He looked up at the sky where all
The clouds had turned to gold,
With the flash of distant lightning that
Some prophet had foretold,
And the thunder rumbled eerily
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poem by David Lewis Paget
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