by Mingyue
Waking from her nap at two,
she rubs the sleep from her eyes;
and in the palm of her hand,
finds a handful of stars.
Eyeshadow smudged, a faint shimmer,
glimmering like distant constellations,
her dozy eyes still bright,
she dreams of gold in the midday light.
In her palm, the stars linger;
her heart, a guiding light,
a grace of stars –
a soul lovely as the night’s embrace.