Stars Abound

Aster jotted quietly as she leaned up against the tree...

the sky grows dark;
throughout the whole park;
as day turns to night;
an interesting sight;
a dark figure peaks;
then slowly sneeks;
into the dark and away from the park;
safe now at last;
runs almost past;
a once new now trashed;
sentry that crashed;
a blast from the past;
now covered in grass;
she crawls inside;
it's her place to hide;
to wait out the night;
she flicks on a light;
it's way too bright;
a beacon in night;
an unusual plight;
hoping she might;
stay out of sight;
she turns off the light;
moonlight shines through;
a beautiful hue but brings into view;
particles a few;
she wriggles her nose;
attempting to hold but loses control;
she lets out;
an uncontrolled shout;
as silence returns;
her thoughts start to churn;
she picks up some coal;
digs deep in her soul and scribbles out of control;
sparkle, shimer shine;
the starts consume my mind;
young yet free;
left to be;
alone and hard to find;
clamour, clang, an excessive bang;
the noise outside ignites;
forever saught but worried not;
safe within my spot;
a hidden mound;
with **stars abound**;
always lost in thought;
she wipes her face;
surveys the place;
everything seems right;
so she flicks out the light;
then sprawls on her bed;
hands behind her head;
closes her eyes;
takes a deep sigh;
with a stretch and a yawn;
she attemps to sleep till dawn;