Star child breathing moon-soaked air
The soft silver light in her dark eyes
Reflects against her darker hair
At peace with fireflies milky wings
Her mind is her playground, though she isn’t quite free
Laying in the soft dewy grass looking up
Clean, cool and wind caressed
Nightmares gone, her mind at rest
Sure of where to run, but unsure of her place
The warm salty tears glow silver on her face
The stars are accepting, reality is escaped
The silent screams echo as she stares into space
Her secrets whispered into the wind
Her smile fades, time and again
Her thoughts are all still now, in peace crickets play
Paradise in the night, begs the star child to stay.
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