Papers and Pens

Ephemeral Alien

Ephemeral Alien
(A hopeless shooting star)

What is this that I see afar this vast multiverse?
Have I gone mad to delusion a luminous man or is it just thirst?
A walking fire somewhere beyond the farthest corner of the universe

Tis a brilliant meteor that trails bright sparks,
But I somewhat hear melodic voice so euphonious as skylarks
Strange as it seems it makes me sway gracefully in the dark

I knew it was only from a cosmic explosion near by
However unlike any other black holes or supernova whenever stars die
It was the brightest phenomenon in the northern night sky

I tilted my head to see a vivid vision of this being
For the way it waltz there—indeed alluring
Call it love at first sight; It was meant striking

What are these strange pumps on my chest from what i feel?
It makes my blood rush a tinge of a teal
Just a glimpse of this foreigner—my legs are shaking, too frail to kneel

Slowly, silently,  one step at a time
It draws near before me like a ribbon stuck on a lime—
How can I claim something which was never been mine?

Counting stars and moon at its crescent
Are addictive before my nose flutter with your flaming aphrodisiac scent,
Maybe our names was written on the galaxy waiting to be meant?

This is a dead scene forever now
With you standing before me on a leaning bow
I wish it to be every day somehow

It must be love and its making me insane!
This alien has abducted me unrestrained
It tortured my burnt skin with its love stains

We danced—til the late midnight shows the sleepy moon,
Yet the dawn is now breaking on its glorious shoon
The stranger's flame weakly fainted so it started running too soon

The world fades as it slowly goes away
It was frightened by the thought of embracing the sunny day
Oh, darling please make yourself stay!

Thereafter every lonely night
On star spangled realm; looking for a strange light
Still on the ground below where you left, awaits you to come back in flight

For in this universe full of detrimental glass
There's you waiting on a fatal sand of dust
Hoping for another sunset,

courageous, it must.