The MorningStar makes me smile.
A mysterious guest in the morning sky.
It never looks like that's where it should be,
A wallflower watching
While the world begins its busy day.

But it knows it's own largeness.
Yet does not worry to scale.
She has her own dance partners
In a ballroom we can't see because of the clouds
And the atmosphere
Here in this incubator
We call earth.

She dances with worlds
That are on her level
And makes music with the other spheres,
And make no mistake,
Tho the Goddess seem disheveled to you
In the morning,
By evening, as her other name implies,
You will be able to tell that
She will forever be where she is supposed to be.

In fact, she is always dancing,
Night and day,
And she is named by many names.
And when dusk comes and you see
That one star shining in the sun set,
You perceive, awkwardly.
That will be her just the same,
The evening star,
The one all the children wish for
And on.

-jenn