A Lien on My Heart

Stand on the beachhead,

I see your light,

Low o’er the water,

Darkest of night.

Hidden in shadows,

Hiding from sight.

Quiet your sojourn,

Silent your flight.

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Wounded your vessel,

Limping to shore.

What would you risk for

New worlds to explore?

Cast from the heavens,

Delivered with scorn.

“Danger, Will Robinson!”

Why so forlorn?

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I know you are broken,

Your eyes are cast down,

Looking for something,

Lost on the ground.

Fearing the hazards,

You might be found.

Beaten, defenseless,

Don’t make a sound.

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A lie nasty told,

A lien on my heart.

Equalie, never!

We’re lightyears apart.

You’re…,

…alien,

…mammalian,

…reptilian,

…crustacean,

…amphibian,

…inter-galactacian…!

…

Truth is,

I don’t know what you are,

But I’m willing to start.

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I can see that you’re hungry,

Hurting & sore.

Lost & forgotten,

Perhaps even more.

What can I offer?

I step to the fore.

Greeting the other

On this distant shore.

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What can I show you?

Our world is a mess.

The wonders you’ve seen,

This likely is less.

There’s one thing, however,

I’d like to confess.

The best thing I’d show you

Is tender kindness.

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Since no one seems to have stumbled across the Easter Eggs I've hidden in here, I thought perhaps I should offer a clue in the form of a question: How many aliens did you notice in this poem?