Dreaming of Mars

There once was a girl who liked
Sitting outside every night
Watching the stars
And dreaming of Mars
Dying to reach a new height

She cast off into the sky
Her love was not to deny
He saw her leave
And tried to breathe
But at that moment, died

She sailed through the moon
Not coming home anytime soon
The stars gave way
As did night and day
And listened to her croon

Zealous as though they may be
They let her go back free
She touched the ground
Without making a sound
And fell asleep under the oak tree