They sky was black
Except for the twinkling stars
Like cities on a hill
Is that why God made light?
I turn my head
And look at the globe-like shape in the sky
It's an orange-red color tonight
My imagination starts to run free
The moon is ablaze
The fire licks the top of the moon
Is it a prophesy?
I blink my eyes and it's gone
I sigh and go inside
Crawl into my bed
And dream of the fiery moon