In the night
Midnight quiet
I tiptoe outside to my aerie perch overlooking the vast valley
A shimmering sea of lights
Half moon
Illuminates the scope of eternities laid before me
Piney boughs at my head
Lush wet grass at my feet
The lowing of cattle
The rush of the stream
The luscious breeze on my waiting skin
I am a maiden, bound to the bow of a ship
“plowing the stars”
Eyes wide in anticipation of movement
Celestial navigation
The rush of travel
I grip to feel the weight of earth
I am a spinning star all my own
Wanting to take my place in the firmament
Journeys end, breathless I smell the boughs, feel the grass
And rise
Return to my bed and wait another day for my journey
In the night
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