U.F.O. - Lyndon Queripel

Am I the only one who saw the light
Shining white in the sky last night
From rooftop valleys silver slate bright
Through jungles of TV aerial static
Past the mast of broadcast satellite
With the black crack of doom
Echoing in my bedroom attic
Was it a sign, a vision, a dream to capture
I hope to God it wasn’t the Rapture
Some one should have telephoned
I missed it and I wasn’t even stoned.

Lyndon Queripel