Floating freely down the unlit hall,
Beaming amid the darkness
As if inner starlight shines forth,
She reaches the window and slides it ajar.
Climbing through it, climbing onto the roof,
Her bare feet step soft against the gritty shingles.
The cool night air journeys into her lungs.
Though midnight she is pleasantly awake.
To the edge of the roof feet dangling over the gutter,
She sits calmly taking in the offering of cool air.
The earth in motion
Yet she is calm.
She looks at her feet then at the sky.
Venus blisters in the west,
Jupiter to the north in deeper space.
Something happens she cannot explain,
A caressing of her spirit perhaps.
Although her body is young
Her soul is ancient.
Looking skyward this is what she understands.
No cross around her neck.
No bible by her side.
No mystery of faith.
No dogma in her mind.
To her the stars are true.
To her the stars are sacred.