A little mention of why I’m  posting this… because this is what new infatuation is like for me; and the beginings of love makes my world go around. That’s  all.

That day, the saucers landed.
Hundreds of them, golden,
Silent, coming down from the sky like great snowflakes,
And the people  of Earth stood and stared as they descended,
Waiting, dry-mouthed, to find what waited inside for us
And none of us knowing if we would be here tomorrow
But you didn’t notice it because

That day, the day the saucers came, by some coincidence,
Was the day that the graves gave up their dead
And the zombies pushed up through soft Earth or erupted, shambling and dull-eyed, ustoppable,
Came towards us, the living, and we screamed and ran,
But you did not notice this because

On the saucer day, which was the zombie day, it was Ragnarok also, and the television screens showed us
A ship built of dead-men’s nails, a serpant, a wolf
All bigger than the mind could hold,
And the cameramen could not get far enough away, and then the Gods came out
But you did not see them coming because

On the saucer-zombie-battling-gods day the floodgates broke
And each of us was engulfed by genies and sprites
Offering g us wishes and wonders and eternity es
And charm and cleverness and true brave hearts and pots of gold
While giants feefofummed across the land, and killer bees,
But you had no idea of any of this because

That day, the saucer day the zombie day the Ragnarok and fairies day, the day the great winds came
And snows, and the cities turned to crystal, the day
All plants died, plastics dissolved, the day the Computers turned, the screens telling us we would obey, the day
Angels, drunk and muddled stumbled from the bars,
And all the bells of London were sounded, the day
Animals spoke to us in Assyrian, the Yeti day,
The fluttering capes and arrival of the Time Machine day,
You didn’t  notice any of this because you were sitting in your room, not doing anything
not even reading, not really, just looking at your telephone, wondering if I was going to call.
—Neil Gaiman (Fragile Things)