Jan 20

The Moon Girl

Her hair is thrown out across the darkest regions of space
And becomes speckled by starlight.
Her eyes are bright with wonder
As she looks down at our society that is so foreign to her
So different from her life of solitude.
Her fingertips reach out to touch us 
But the circle of fire around us will not let her through.
The waves reach back for her hand but can never quite find it.
Her brilliant eyes drop crystal tears of happiness that reaches us on earth
And we rejoice at the water that soaks into our soil.
Her belt holds the planets and she twirls silently through the skies as
We watch her,
Fascinated by the mystery that is this moon girl.
Only a lucky few have touched her with their footprints and given her our flag
To remember us by.
She is quiet and alone
Her face reflecting the sun
And her hand forever outstretched.
About the Author: LadyMidnight
"There is nothing to writing. All you have to do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." - Ernest Hemmingway