The moon yawns:
yet another all-nighter for him.

He wants to rest
but our dreams are too interesting for him to miss.
How can he sleep
when all these beautiful things are being woven before him?
He must stay up and read them.

He's so focused on our dreams
that he can't see the holes in the sky.

The holes the stars are burning.

He can't see them,
and it's for the best, really.
Let him be,
peacefully content with reading our dreams.