Starchild

She was sat on the lawn.
The inner city park an oasis
from the August heat steaming
from the searing concrete buildings.

I opened my brown bag.
And ate my sandwich watching her.
From the surrounding woodlands
the animals had congregated
at her feet.

Almost like a class
of kindergarten children
She was talking softly to them.
From the distance I could see
they held no fear of her.
And soon neither did I.

Curious I sat down on the grass
with the rabbits and squirrels.
She said the sky
was the roof of our world.
But also the floor of eternity.
That she was a starchild
And her spirit plays in the sunlight.
Far above in the land of starchildren.

She said at night she watched
them play through her window
far into the starlight above.
Where the light was pure and timeless.

The sunlight caught her hair like a halo
For a moment I thought she was an angel.
She said she will return there one day.
And her being would drift
from star to star exploring everything.
Seeing wonders that did not exist here.
She would visit every single one
Since she would have eternity to do it.

She does not come
to the park since the fall arrived.
It now seems an empty sad place.
And I miss her.