my moon sister phase
glowing in gold
calls me home
never alone
we two are one
our Luna singing the stars
into lullaby sleep
while we don pajamas
and have a pillow fight
so many rhymes
imposed on moon verses
when all we ever need
are words that dance
across the moon's face
and wrap us in a bond
as natural as sisters
catch my sister moon's light
hold it in a small ball of white
toss it back and forth
two sisters playing catch
in a whirligig pool
of crescents and heart-beams