Starlit

Youth moves like a feather

Through the darkened world

Lighting it up with happiness

Like a million rose petals

Against your skin.

She moves as the wind, graceful yet wistful

And you never see her leave.

Her eyes twinkle as if they were

A million galaxies in a starlit sky.

She speaks as if she were singing a lullaby,

Soft and slow before eventually fading away.

But her touch never quite leaves

And you think of her when you see a shooting star.

And you feel her presence as if it were

The touch of a feather.