The Muse of Astronomy

She wears black ripped jeans

And seems to own only two shirts.

One, a black shirt, with a glossy NASA logo,

The other is white, adorned with the same emblem.

Her galaxy converse never seem to leave her feet. 

She shines with the brilliance of the milky way,

With brown stars gracing her smooth tan cheeks.

By day, she is none other than a boring high school student.

But once the sun sets, she is an astrologist

Following the stars deep into the universe.

Loyal to only the planets she longs to explore.

By her side, is none other than Astraea,

Her lovely little Star Maiden,

One day they’ll leave this world together

Soaring past the heavens and to the sky.

And some day there will be stars and galaxies named after them.

For Urania would have it no other way.