Sometimes it gets tedious

To exist here.

Then I travel

To meet my lucky stars.

I fly to the moon

Right beside my cluster.

Every night i weave my webs

Star to star

Sparkle to sparkle.

Existence here

It loses the spark.

I fly up there

To gather some flames.

Rocking my star web hammock

Breathing the universe

I feel the nebulas tingling on my skin.

A comet flies past

Setting aflame my tresses

Tucking meteors beneath my breast

I bring back a planet or two.

This is what I need to exist with sanity.

Right to the moon and back.