The Visitor

This poem is based on a true story — a story that I would later write from perspective of the visitor.


The Visitor came
Under cover of darkness
With skin of pale white

Imposing stature
With a sweet, gentle nature
And eyes of deep blue

Sending messages
Of oneness, peace, and respect
From far, far away

The Boy knew no fear
For his mind was expanded
Ever opening

The Visitor left
Had he truly existed?
And would he return?

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