Visitor - A collaboration with Maria Williams
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A beautiful extra-terrestrial female researcher is sent down to a remote island to observe earth and beam her findings back to her planet. She’s strictly forbidden to make any human contact. She detests everything about earth.
A research scientist, in a small boat fitted out with equipment is dispatched to investigate monitored, unusual signal activity emanating from this island.
Alas, a storm causes his boat to be shattered on rocks with loss of all equipment. His life is ebbing away as he is washed ashore.
And so the saga begins…
In a palette of shimmering shades I dreamed
Of moons circling moons within a celestial frame
And scintillating stars that flickered through the day
As melodious echoes sweetly called my name
My thoughts of home are just nostalgic images that tarry
Oh Earthling how I detest your Earth and its sustenance
Through parted shrubs with bated breath your progress I observe
To beings of my planet so dissimilar your semblance
Undertaking this mission I realized a challenge it would be
In truth your species to my world kindles an obsessive passion
To secretly observe - make no association – my strict instruction
Till finding you fading fast evoked these feelings of compassion
Our paths were linked when I discovered you washed ashore
Have you not wondered how you survived your sunken craft?
Sensations of when our lips first touched cavort through my mind
Breathing my life into you else it slipped forever aft
Your countenance paler than before - will you arise today?
Oh beating heart - my bond to you grows stronger by the days
Natheless your harsh world would to me be a misplaced acceptance
Despite my ‘ought’ to transmit a recall cue forestalls and strays
Strange visions overwhelmed whilst in deepest slumber
Could this be heaven? Yet all is familiar, I've seen this before
Blue sky o'er head, chimerical cumulus clouds without number
Sandy beach below, the sound of gentle waves crashing, crashing
My head, my head! Was I but for a moment dead?
Throbbing, aching as though caught in some cosmic vise
Real or unreal? Fantasy or truth? What ethereal dreams bled
Into my brain in my hour of demise? And yet...
Eyes of lemon-jade staring into my own. Translucent skin of topaz blue
Against my battered and naked torso, tenderly caressing me, stroking my hair
A face, a face not like my own, her teardrops as the morning dew
Yet the vision keeps phasing, like daylight into dusk and then back again
Soft lips of hyacinth pressing gently against my own,
The sweet taste of honey as a healing zephyr fills my lungs
In and out, in and out - flesh of my flesh bone of my bone
O saviour, soul mate from the stars, from whence hast thou come...
Wait! A stirring in amongst the trees, footfall sounds I can't dismiss
Am I being watched? Who's there? I rise to my feet, unsteadily
And turn to face my benefactor - Or is he/she/it my nemesis?
Am I standing on holy ground, or my own private purgatory?
Head spinning, body feeling heavy - a sudden need to rest, to sleep.
Darkness encroaches like malevolent shadows greedy to overtake
Crescent moon appears in southern sky - my soul to keep, my soul to keep.
As dim fades to black a face suddenly hovers, a tender kiss upon my cheek
My celestial angel returns …
* to be continued
** true pleasure working with you, Maria
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