Spacemen

Sighing heavily with relief as I climb into bed,
A good night's sleep awaits me, finally arriving,
My mind drifts off into concealed unconsciousness,
As a hidden dream becomes revealed in my presence.

I awake abruptly, hearing an eerie noise off in the distance,
Glancing at the alarm clock, it reads half past midnight,
Surely no one could be up this late, or could they?
My thoughts wander as I consider the possibilities.

My weary feet sluggishly find the wooden floor,
Continuously hearing the weird sound echo on,
Like a blaring fire siren, though not as pronounced,
Faint, yet I have a feeling its source lies close by.

Grabbing the edge of my glasses, placing them on,
I hurry out of the room, but without a single sound,
The house is oddly silent, not prone to the uproar,
Why is no one else waking up from the entire racket?

I start to ponder my choices, should I risk going alone?
Or perhaps would it be wiser to have someone beside me?
No, I shook my head with fear; I had to face this myself,
The others are resting, they need it, and I will go on alone.

Grabbing the gray wind breaker hanging on the rack,
I unsurely crack the door open, as it gradually swings out,
It exposes the naked, dead reticence of the autumn night,
All so still, as if one movement would disrupt peace.

I step leisurely onto the dewy grass, cautious with each move,
The ongoing siren growing louder each time I walk ahead,
I keep dragging my feet forward, till I reach the hushed forest,
Not knowing what extends past it, or what land exists beyond.

Past the evergreen trees I notice a fading blue light,
Hard to recognize due to the thin woods and bushy thickets,
Curiosity consumes my mind, overpowering every thought,
Without thinking twice, I move carefully towards it.

A good deal of time later, the forest lets up,
Revealing an old maroon barn, defaced with age,
Slightly tilting to one side, but standing on firm ground,
Stubborn to not be taken away, until it fulfills its duty.

The luminous light, now shades of darker blue, ocean like,
Hides around one corner of the barn, its source finally found,
The high-pitched sound suddenly comes to an end,
And I realize how accustomed I had become of it.

My common sense suddenly comes into clear view,
I question my sanity, why had I come so close?
For never I had I seen such a ghostly scene,
Was this the work of something man hadn't made?

A flash of flickering, glossy light disturbs my thoughts,
As I struggle to grasp what is happening around,
I catch the dark blue aurora transforming swiftly,
And before me stand two figures I would never forget.

These figures aren't ones of humans, no, not at all,
But they oddly appear similar in ways one can't explain,
Yet they don't carry the characteristic of a human being,
Instead, appearing like space Martians from the cartoons.

Patiently waiting for a response, they still stood there,
Obviously not bothered by my presence or huge shock,
Their cat like eyes seem friendly enough to me,
But who I am, a naive fool, to place trust in them?

My wary eyes first took in their appearance,
An outfit similar to what astronauts would wear,
Yet somehow unusually different, though I couldn't tell,
Because the light had drifted away, dimness surrounded.

A yellow badge was pinned to their chests,
Around the size of two quarters combined,
The print was in a foreign language unknown,
That I doubt anyone could have understood.

My guess of their height would be around four feet,
Yet they had a sense of authority and rule to themselves,
One other strange thing I noticed was their bare feet,
Perfectly smooth and dry, paler than any skin known to man.

A sharp beep breaks the silence between us,
And we all glance towards the run down barn,
My throat tightens up, enclosing words to say,
As they skip excitedly to the front of the entrance.

I meekly follow them, torn by what to do,
And see a sight that stuns me fully,
In the center of the dusty farm building,
Settles a rocket ship, poising about eight feet tall.

To say I am speechless would be an understatement,
As a little girl I had dreamed on and on about such things,
But to see my fantasies come true, it was overbearing!
I kept staring in utter amazement at this discovery.

The two Martians did not take notice of me watching,
But quickly they pull out a small bottle and cloth,
Polishing its silver exterior till it is gleaming,
Its coat acting exactly like a reflecting mirror.

Soon they finish up, checking each part of it,
To make sure everything is in working order,
Then surprisingly they grab each other's hands,
And longingly give an anxious glimpse towards the sky.

As if a timer had set off, the door of the rocket unfastens,
Showing an off-white background filled with souvenirs,
The Martians hastily hop in from the very top,
Then look my way, waving one arm once to the left.

All the sudden, the roof to the barn folds out,
Leaving the midnight moon clearly visible to me,
As the rocket ship launches with sheer grace,
Blasting off above at the speed of light.

My mind felt dazed, as if this wasn't real,
Since everything happened in a blink,
Finally, I fished out the word for their kind,
Who they truly were, touring spacemen.

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Thank you all for reading this, this was a title in a contest for the club I belong to, and I wanted to try something different, test my imagination. I would have never thought of writing about this, and I had so much fun!
Hope you enjoyed reading this!