Whispers from the moon;

 

The stars in her eyes glittered;

Staring at the sky, a galaxy found itself in her vision,

Looking out of place and yet,

The happiness bouncing off her parted lips entranced the world for a second;

 

The moon watched, flushed with the attention,

And as she continued to murmur words,

Strings and threads weaving a note of music;

The stars danced along,

A merry of a night, the joy surrounding her from within;

 

She sat there, envisioning,

There wasn't much to say,

And yet as the ghosts of the past and the dreams of the future flashed through her,

Her hopes in the form of glittering pearls sliding down her cheeks;

The moon reached out, leaving behind the caress of itself at her skin,

The moonlight travelled off the sphere and at her,

Grazing at her heart like warm fingertips at cold skin,

Bringing her in an envelope of warmth;

 

The sky watched her,

Breathing in a sigh out of peace;

With Longing and love, cradling her- the earth held onto her,

Here to tell her she was needed, loved, wished, seeked,

 

A star took it upon itself to drop the message;

 

And as her eyes fluttered shut,

She saw it, a figment of her dream it could have been;

But the mass of sparkles and the trail of words the star left behind as it fell,

The shooting star that made her smile,

And the new-found galaxy in her eyes glittered once more from within.