A Messenger

I lay quite still that night

fanning my inner light.

The day put it out some,

so I asked it to come

back and fill me again.

A star came to visit me,

told me to call her Angie.

"You're one of us," she though

And her starry thoughts brought

me to dreams again.

I journeyed far that night,

cradled in fractured light

left by the star

who's thoughts were not far

from my lucid brain.