Gently,

Softly,

Ever so quietly

Dust of magic,

Is sprinkled onto her pillowcase

As she rested her head,

Drifting off into a daze

The stars seemed to call her name

She got up from bed,

In an instant,

Looking out of the window

The dark vast blanket,

Up above,

Was lighted up with constellations of stars

Millions and billions of them

Each shining brightly,

Sparkling continuously,

So far away,

Magical in their own little way

The silver moon,

Glistening like a crystal,

Hung in the sky,

Its reflection cast onto the lake nearby

Galaxies and planets,

High up,

So far away,

Yet seemed to be reflected in her eyes

Nights just like this,

She would dream away

At the sight of the stars,

Twinkling in vain

Up high,

In the midnight skies,

Far, far away

For her part,

She did not know anything with any certainty,

But she knew they were somewhere up there,

Calling out her name,

Once again,

Stardust.