Twilight Zone

His stories never tire us
We watch, then watch again.
His futuristic thoughts amazed
Tapped in the minds of men.
Each tale profound, so meaningful
To make us think, his goal
He'd speak of space and things unknown
Dimensions, mind control.
His 30 second monologues
So full of words, sublime
His brain always on overload
A lesson every time.
A Psychic? No. Psychologist?
No, writing was his fame.
A brilliant man, a genius
Rod Serling was his name.

© 2010 Barbara A. Murphy