Starlight, star bright,
How can I reach you tonight?

It's just a patch of moonlight-
square, pale, ghostly beam
peeks through the curtain
onto my bedspread.
I hollow out a space for it
on my mattress.
I open my palm and let the
nightlight hold me.
With this, I sleep.

Daylight, day bright,
How can I bring you delight?

It's just a patch of sunlight-
soft, blurry, prism beams
cascade from the dome of glass
onto my resting place.
I gaze at pinks and purples,
greens and yellows,
scores of rainbow fleets
spilling onto these pages.
I open my palm
and let a white light warm me.
With this, I dream.