Once she wished she was in a chrysalis,
to undergo a metamorphosis
one of human to butterfly-
a pretty one that couldn't get hurt-
especially during daylight.

But it was at night, a twist of fate
caught her dream of flying with pretty wings
in a big, white net and set it free, high up in space.

Now her only dream was to float alongside the moon,
so when she was asked, what she wanted to be
an astronaut was what she said.
When it was greeted with a laughter-full
"Oh don't be silly darling, I'll be Queen before that happens!"
she refused to believe it, and realigned her thoughts like constellations
inside her head.

Then she ran into the embrace of the night
soaking in the stars, that hovered above
like they were the dreams and wishes
and hope, left scattered and suspended
in the air-
left to dust.

As if everyone felt that
they were alone in this
fleeting wish- of being elsewhere
like Mars-
and it turned out to be so fast-
they couldn't catch it.

So in circles they ran, breathless.

Yet she couldn't ignore the itch in her heart
she scratched ever so tenderly
that when it bled-
it bled a thousand stars-

and she found all the hope she needed.