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Alien's Journey
I came to earth, from a distant star,
And alien point of view.
I walk this earth as I did afar,
And I search for what is true.
I wrote a note in my foreign tongue.
I heard an alien song.
Then the perverse spears of fate were flung,
And the melody went wrong.
I still wear my heart upon my sleeve
As foolish men often do.
My rosy glasses make me believe
Each fantasy I look through.
The singer was born on planet earth,
Though she wore an angel's garb,
To feelings of love, my heart gave birth.
Fate's spear had a cruel barb.
My sleeve worn heart touched a halo's edge,
And my soul burst into flame.
It singed the wings of the angel fair,
With feelings I could not tame.
My starship leaves for its far off home,
But the angel stays behind.
Is my own planet too far to go?
That answer I'll never find.
From: The Beckoning Hand
Copyright © 2006 James Walter Orr