Skipping Across The Moon Poem by Patti Williams

Her hair lifting on the wind
Sent sprays of fragrance all around.
She sensed the message being sent
Though she never heard a sound.

She was born to love the stars and space-
Her playground was the moon.
Skipping along on Jupiter's rings
She sang a forgotten tune.

She never gave a second thought
To staying on the Earth.
All her days and nights on Mars
Were spent on her re-birth.

She gathered all the strength she had;
Grabbed hold of a shooting star.
Dropped by the Orion Nebula,
Capturing pure light in a jar.

Her journey far from over,
She squealed in sheer delight.
Knowing forever was in her hands
And the treasure was her life.