HEAVENLY CREATURES
BY MISSY SKINS

As dawn breaks, shooting stars ignite the last of night.
Dazzled by the blue sky, she catches the silver lining in her hands as they dance.
Delicate drapes with pretty patterns etched from glass window panes.
Birds disperse to sounds of morning calls.

She rubs her eyes…
With a deep breath and a sweet sigh this heavenly creature rises.