the moon
may I rise.
Are you done for the night?
Did you quell all their cries?

The moon doesn’t ask
the sun
are you done for the day?
Did you warm their cold faces?
Did you cover the grey?

The cloud doesn’t ask
the sky
can I cover your blue.
with my puffy, shaped white
poured on thick just like glue.

The sky doesn’t ask
the cloud
shall we part.
I’m waiting for a star
to give me his heart.

Then neither shall I ask
for what I must do.
And in return –
Neither will you.