Those lights, they swim and float gently
in an infinite pool of darkness ,
They call the lights 'stars'
and the pool the 'night sky',
I see their eyes blinking at me,
trying to hum a lullaby for me,
they twirl and swirl and dance
to the music of the owl and the wind.
A white crescent hangs high above,
Giving the earth a pleasure glow,
she knew what darkness might bring,
so she gifted us a show,
Of casted shadows over the tall trees,
where ocean tide crawls on the beach,
and mere mysteries of stolen jewelry,
all but a show, all but a show.
So now goodnight, my child,
let the crescent moon tuck you in,
with her light upon you,
and the stars above you.
Good night, my child, goodbye.
"Night skies are a dear thing, a potrait of loneliness and mere flaw, but they gifted us lights and a crescent, gratefully."