I feel like a child
of the moon and the stars.
Every setting
of  all my daydreams
Take place at night time.
But my lust for the dark
is not why I take
my Mother's hand.

I take hold of the moon
as I was already there.
The blackened mirror
at the heart of my home.
Its captivating me
all over again. Every time.

But the moon mother
doesn't see me at first.
Show me night sky, stars
I'm ready.
Mother, I am here.