Celestial Beings

She’s got curry stained lips and stars in her eyes, sitting
in this run down old diner saying someday she’s going to fly,
fly away from here up into the stratosphere. She’ll bathe
without protection in the sun’s rays and dance
on the dark side of the moon.

She’ll break away and travel as far as her laughter soars,
five million light years away she’ll lie down and rest
among the interstellar dust clouds, making them swirl
with the barest twitch of her hand. Perched amongst celestial beings
she would seem angelic with her milk white skin and bright blue eyes.
Ethereal in the glow of a thousand supernovas bursting around her.
Further still, she’ll be found watching galaxies being birthed,
pushing her hands deep into the mist and breathing life into a baby star.

Cleansed by the rain of a thousand planets, carefree and languid,
resting at the edge of the known universe, she’ll travel on
and press her face to the plasma, just to say she did.

Sat in a battered plastic chair, in her ratty street clothes, she talks
of alien beings and a thousand different worlds, with purple rainforests
and bright red skies. Images so vivid you could swear you could smell
the sweet sent of ozone from her re-entry into the atmosphere.