Star Child

In the calm of a scrim-skirted moon
the scent of jasmine flirts with the air.
While Mother Nature holds her breath
in eager anticipation, industrious
sounds wind down to muffle urban blare.

The inking of the sky sparks wonderment
inside a hopeful star child, who dreams of
an escape from the confines of inhospitable
care. Their vehicle of choice built by visions
so wild, with stars in their eyes and pearls of
dew in their ruffled hair.

Weaving between the earnestness
of passion and a visionary’s exile.

Taking off for a point beyond where elevated minds
collide, a rendezvous with the light of discovery
and planets perfectly aligned. No longer hiding
behind a protective skirt or machismo pride,
to savor an atmosphere enrichened by adventure
and independent design.

The planning within their dream state was
forcefully halted; leery of guides penned by
what popular opinion dictates. dressed in
what’s required, what many expect.

Where hearts beat without passion,
without artistic concept.

But the moment will come when wistful eyes
will achieve pure delight, and the escape long
hoped for will be within sight. No longer just a naive
yearning for an impossibility; escapism's ambition and
artistic suppression the catalyst for their need to succeed.