A crash in my backyard broke the calm and silence of last night,
Half expecting Armageddon in full swing,
Only to be surprised by an object unidentified in my backyard.
The neighbourhood was still sound asleep,
Neither dogs nor cats were about in the streets.
The whole world must be in their dreams,
Or maybe the dreamer was me?
Emerging from the strange craft was a girl,
(Or rather distinctly female humanoid)
Her too large pupils and her bluish skin,
Are the only difference from otherwise
Human.
She spoke into my mind,
Her sultry voice, definitely female.
Same old story of malfunctioned craft,
Lost in space, crash landing that was unintended.
I nodded.
Heard it all before, seen it too much on TV and in the movies.
(Funny I thought that she should speak English?)
We hit my fridge.
Drank cans of beer.
Smoked cigarettes.
Whiling away the night.
Time definitely stood still for too long,
As we whiled away the too quiet night.
She spun tales of stars and galaxies,
Tales of travels and things incomprehensible to me,
I found myself mesmerized.
I was dreaming again.
In some way she was innocent,
A girl without deceit.
I was innocent again,
Wondering in my childlike naivette.
I spoke to her about Earth,
About my drab life,
About my daily struggles,
About everything too ugly, that is human.
She just looked at me,
Empathy or sympathy?
Just profound sorrow for jaded old me.
I stared into her eyes, as tears fill mine.
She smiled.
Her only words,
"Hope exists because of people like you"
I cried.
Her rescue arrived soon after.
She planted me a kiss.
And soon in a flash of light,
She was gone, and so was her ship.
I stare into the night sky once again,
Wondering where she is.
I watch each star as they twinkle.
I dream of her each night,
My love for an alien who landed in my backyard.
