gently brushing
long, sleek hair
asking the mirror if
she is fair
amazing answers like
sparks fly
fair enough with no
reason why
gifts for many, down
alleyways go
serene, the sheen,
all of us know
the moon, so full in
the light of Mars
it looks like an
echo, surrounded by stars
no more shooting
lights ‘til they all fall down
whisper your
secrets, don’t make a frown
gently brushing long
sleek hair
the view out the
window makes her stare
brilliant lights in
the darkness shone
if there’s life out
there we’re not alone
