A Sau­sa­ge­ful of Secrets

Fly­ing sau­cers in the sky
gently moving, pass on by
hove­r­ing above our heads
reach your hands to where they rest

Make a jour­ney, visit space
bring some star­light to your face
we are drif­ting, taking time
mind the sau­cers, mind the sign

Every uni­verse is new
all the wat­chers see­king truth
all we ever are is dust
blo­wing through the black a must

Tra­vel­ling by speed of light
expe­ri­en­ces at a sight
until the signal has lost us
they take us home, the fly­ing saucers…