He lived within a lair of aliens
that took him in when he was lost
in days of long ago
yet he no longer feels
he owes them everything
for he has grown
within a greater evolution
that his keepers' race
had yet to come to know

and in his heart a symphony
of song would open out
incessantly repeating and replete
whispering upon the wind
at night, when all the aliens would sleep
when he saw beyond the life they lived
and came to know the starry skies
in softly sifting lullabies
that filled all of his dreams

but alien in nature
they lived and breathed an air
of unearthly and unseemly quiet
yet unspoken desperation
seemed to fill the atmosphere
and thus they kept him there
beyond his want or will
by the force of all
their childish neediness

while his soul began to suffer
from the air of their composure
while deep inside
his heart began to bleed
the purest kind of agony
for these aliens knew not of love
nor cared for its experience

yet in his heart a symphony
of song would open out
incessantly repeating and replete
whispering upon the wind
at night, when all the aliens would sleep
when he saw beyond the life they lived
and came to know the starry skies
in softly sifting lullabies
that filled all of his dreams

Alien, their attitudes of power minus love
almost savage in their customs
of ceremonial surrender
to an ancient, tribal custom of mystique
composed by molten minds that only knew
one thought, one way, at end of day
to lead to dreams that never change
as even night became no more
than evolving misery

and so he struggled to be free
and sing this song
that rang his heart
into reality . . .

?Michaelette?