Salvation Day

It was a dangerous liaison We’d meet in no mans land Engage in one quick tango Then I’d quickly kiss her hand And each of us would slip Through our respective door Back to the dim lit screens On our control room floor Monitoring those planets Constantly looking for Those few first stage beings That had discarded war Watching for the signs Few and far between That another species qualified For the galactic centre scene So many nearly made it Almost passed the stringent test We had to be so certain For we only took the best There was a feeling of such loss When a promising observation Would irrevocably slide towards Their path to self extermination A deep sense of grief And tension would rise Until the scenes became Too painful for our eyes At times we’d want to intervene When success came so very close That was the time when The watching hurt the most It was a dangerous liaison We’d meet in no mans land Engage in one quick tango Then I’d quickly kiss her hand And our tensions and our sadness Would slowly ease away And our search would continue for The next achieved Salvation Day