She cried one day,
into the unforgiving night

She cried to the moon
every unforgettable night

She cried until the moon answered
Be strong, it whispered
it sung
it screamed

and so she sat
on a bed of tears
and threads of hope

as she listened
pleading unrelentingly
until the moon answered

and called to her
painting skies for her
her delicate eyes

worn with water
and streaked with loss
but tainted with a glimmer of light