The Martian On Grape Lane
The Martian on Grape Lane
I touched the sea, the sea touched me,
not far from where the mermaids play.
Swaddled in a world where I could not stay,
I was caught in time, floating away.
I took her to York on a scheme
for love and black cherry ice cream.
Kittens, cider, the spider inside her,
her shadow strong against the wall.
The sun climaxed, the moon then waxed.
The curtains stirred, and she shivered.
Cool though the air, I had no warmth to share.
The hero's faded; Lord! I'm jaded.
Then I glimpsed
the Martian
trapped on Grape Lane.
I saw him on the street below,
my Martian lost, so far from home.
Out the door I ran and opened the gate.
The Martian turned; he stopped to wait.
The Martian's enthralled;
the mermaids have called.
Stardust and bones, the two are twined,
It's Heaven's flotsam sparked sublime,
even wasted tumbling adrift through time.
No, not this way! Yes, I will stay.
Now my feet are wet, but I don't regret,
I touched the sea, the sea touched me.
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