I feel the presence as they walk though the door. But I cannot see them. And I know what they want and where they're from. It so strange that they cannot talk But I know what they're saying. Is it their Clear Image that turns me on?
And we've communicated for many years now. I've just begun, to understand how their Clear Image was all around. But no-one sees them or hears a sound.
They shine a bright light into the sky, That no-ones else sees. It beams back to their homebase so far away. Intelligent signals beam back from space, That no-one else knows of. But I get their signals clear. Why did they choose me?
And we've communicated for many years now. I've just begun, to understand how their Clear Image was all around. But no-one sees them or hears a sound.