A Very Familiar Sound.

Behind the looking pane 

Through which I wrote 

All about the lost wings 

Of change charge of pain

Where angels men fought

A road of ruin becomes 

What faith in ruins remain

The far corners of Heaven

Space holding all the stars

In one frame has expanded

The stars galaxies telescope

Bringing to sight unknown

Viewed from behind walls

The times peeping pins see 

Kind of Heaven to my view

But I bear some responsibility 

Believing UFO,s specifically 

More or less as viewed by us

Not is a very dumb example 

We see things in two waves

Where does the truth start end

The views to the left and right

Our ideas of sentinel or church

Which Bell and Country in mind

Reached out to you spoke believed

To have reached your attention mine

A very familiar sound.