The girl who sewed
Together the moon
Because the midnight black
Was all too dark
Sat with a mug of
Hot chocolate beside her
As she worked,
Each stitch more careful
Than the one before.

Once she finished,
Her hair melting into the
Night and her eyes
Greener than the sea she
So often sunk herself in,
She strung her creation on
The rusted nail set in the
Sky, dangling by a strand of
Fishing line,

Only so my nights would no
Longer be so dark,
So my dusks showed me
Dawn was something possible,

And the moon did indeed die each night
So the gold of day could come along.