Beneath the veil of twilight skies,
Where stars whisper secrets unseen,
A world beyond our earthly ties,
Awaits in hues of alien green.
They glide on beams of silver light,
With eyes that hold a cosmic glow,
Their presence felt in the quiet night,
A mystery we long to know.
Do they dream as mortals do,
Of galaxies far and wide?
Or ponder life’s great quest anew,
As they journey through the astral tide?
In silence, they observe our sphere,
With wisdom of the ages past,
Perhaps to them, we are the mirror,
Reflecting truths that ever last.