You said you have black eyes
but I see them previously brown
Now they have turned blue
While I am looking at you...
You had a manner of speaking
Which leaves me gasping
Trying to catch up with making
Out words making me go fumbling...
Now you sound like a xylophone
Fine pitched crystalline voice
You weave your way in tinkling
Prancing your way about, laughing...
There are times you are a trombone
Serious and deep, the wind is steep
You make me struggle just to catch up
Ignoring pleas, not looking back...
Who are you and made up of what?
It did not matter the least before
For now, we are two alien beings
Departing on the same space capsule...
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October 23,2013 - Antipolo, Philippines
Doris Cornago
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-alien-beings/
