Space Alien

She came crashing into my life

a meteor, ready to cause strife

and terror,

her presence blocking out my sky,

and despite the obviously impending doom

I continued to stare,

because of that beautiful allure

that sometimes exists in fear.

She had once lived on Venus

in a floating city,

so as to be able to breathe the air,

I wondered that perhaps she was Venus

or a fragment of it

because her beauty so captured my stare,

while I listened to her tales and imagined

her lounging in Venus' atmosphere.

It seemed like she had been everywhere,

she had roamed Saturn

and skated for fun from ring to ring,

its icy particles embedded in her skin;

oh how her skin did sing

as I continued to stare,

under the flaming Sun

as she reflected its glare.

From Saturn to Jupiter, so she went,

playfully mocking him for his size,

flirting with each Galilean moon,

she would wink at Io,

and Callisto would swoon,

and Ganymede would blush and Europa would stare,

watching this alien girl zoom away

without the hint of a single care.

Onto Uranus she flew, the sole Greek body;

and she talked of its blistering cold

that chilled her to the core;

she spoke of indigenous creatures,

ice giants that breathed hydrocarbons,

confusing her for Aphrodite, they stared,

and perhaps they cried instantly freezing tears,

when her departure would catch them unprepared.

The last Jovian planet, Neptune was next,

she swam in seas of methane

the captain of her own ship,

navigating her way through the storms

of its Great Dark Spot;

the oceanic creatures stared

at this alien girl that sailed so bravely

like there was nothing at all she feared.

She had gone to Mercury on a whim,

simply to get a tan!

Grimacing as she recounted the tale

of slightly burned skin,

and hauntingly cold nights after a half spin;

her eyes glowed when she spoke and I stared

in awe of her lying peacefully under the heat

on a planet to which the Sun is so closely paired.

It was on Mars that she would first learn

of our race from the rovers she observed;

she hated the redness,

and the dust made her sneeze,

"especially around Olympus, such a heavy breeze!"

she said, as I continued to stare,

anxious that we had now come to the point

of why she bothered to come here.

There would be no delusions of grandeur,

she had not come just for me,

Earth was but a pit stop for her

on the way to the forgotten Plutonian skies;

she offered a hand that I knew I could never take,

because she belonged to nobody, not even space,

so all I did was stare,

and with the flash of a supernova, so did she disappear.