Under the night sky, she walks like a shadow of light

Under the night sky, she walks like a shadow of light, Carrying stars in her bones and the moon in her heart, As if the universe had left pieces of itself in her hands, And when she touches the world, everything becomes magic, The hidden corners of the streets whisper her name in the wind, Like an old story that does not want to be forgotten. Her veins sing melodies of galaxies, each breath draws the tides, Her heartbeat synchronizes with the rhythm of constellations, Her eyes hide thousands of stories from places no one else has tread. She walks as if she is connected to something greater than life, As if the earth moves at her will, And the sky bends just to caress her skin. When she smiles, you wonder if the stars are jealous, For nothing they shine upon has ever compared to her intensity, To her untamed wildness. She was created for more than this world can offer, A force too infinite to be contained. I sometimes wonder how someone so infinite can exist in such a small world, To be a longing for eternity in every step, A wandering star in search of a sky to match. Like a wave of light, she leaves behind a trail of dreams, And her soul traverses the universe, always seeking something beyond the stars, Beyond the night.