The little girl who screamed at the stars

A Midsummer Stroll

I see a woman with long braids flowing down her back

What others have she seems to lack

Others carry fears and tears

but she carries light with little to no fright

Others are full of greed and envy

She has little need if any

I catch her eye as I walk by

Me still a little shy

She smiles with delight

Ready to share her secrets by morning light

But I am far from ready

making my gaze less steady

I lower my gaze but she is not fazed

She knows I will return when I'm ready

In the meantime, she returns to her medley