THE ALIEN
Reading edition
by Natalie H. Wooley
She is like living golden flame. She knows not whence or why she came Into this world ... and yet at times I hear her call strange gods by name. There is no warmth in her embrace, Of human passions not a trace. She seems remote, a thing attuned To summonings from outer space. And on each starry, moonlit night She gazes long in rapt delight Toward the skies ... while I weep Lest the message come, and she take flight.