I. The Children

Darius, the engineer
Mags, the biologist
Lucas, the poet

Darius stood tall for a boy of twelve 
His fair complexion was given to gold 
His sun-bleached hair could not be held 
He dreamed of bridges he would mold 

Mags was born on a bed of clover 
With emerald eyes and hair on fire 
Thinking of the forces that drove her 
A microscope was her only mire 

For Lucas words would flow with ease 
From the beauty held within his mind 
For he, the most adventurous of these 
Envisioned mountains he would climb 

II. The Spectacle 
Near to the east the sky was a cluster 
Of cumulus clouds in purple luster 
Floating over the valley 

Menacing as this sight would seem 
The three were entranced by the scene 
Being played before them 

From out of the violent mass there came 
The first starship rising like a flame 
Above the town below them 

It circled to the south and in it's wake 
Like the tail Halley's comet would make 
Left a trail of crimson dust 

On its return the starship took shape 
And the children thought of a dove out of place 
Glowing in its white purity 

As it went by the three were all smiling 
For out of the clouds came two starships shining 
Of green and gold metal flake 

The two had followed the path of the 'White Dove' 
And the children's eyes were filled with love 
For the visitors above them 

III. The Encounter
"I am Passion, I give you fire" 
He stood before Darius with eyes of desire 
"Of all the bridges you shall build 
None will stand without your will 
To burn with perfection before them" 

"I am called Glory, giver of light 
I offer reward at the end of your flight 
That this world is benevolent you will find 
The key to man's health is in his mind 
And you, Mags, shall unlock it" 

"My name is Reason, master of truth" 
He smiled upon Lucas with vigor and youth 
"I give you perspective of time and space 
For you shall teach the human race 
In the poetry of self-righteousness 

IV. The Future 
Though the moment had gone 
And the visitors afar 
The three were left stunned 
By their mark like a scar 
On their souls forever