Love Knocks

A stranger knocked on the door one evening seeking shelter for the night. She wore a blue scarf around her neck, looked up and showed me her home in the sky. Stars littered its yard and I took it for the burden of fatigue she wore. She talked more with the eyes than the lips conveying a sense of her long trips. Her chest was pinned with a silver pin told me is a gift from her kin. In the morning I asked out of curiosity if she was a believer in rules of reciprocity? I wished her to stay longer and she replied to what reason my question applied? I was moved by her peace and tranquility which is always a good sign of humility. Love's a blip in heart moving often without a chart. Besides winter storm was in the wind, something to bear in mind. She looked out at the road and then let her laughter explode. Keep a lid on your heart's desire I'm a visitor not a maid for hire. But I insisted and she finally relented and my life since then is sweet-scented. At nights we sit on the porch and converse under the moonlight's torch. We're expecting a baby soon, we haven't decided between Julie and June. One day we visit her far out planet taking with us seeds of corn and pomegranate.