I was a  waxing moon reflection lost at sea
a light too distant to keep you warm
you led me safely through a long dark storm
until  I awoke from my lucid dream

now, like a new moon amidst a mid summer scene
I lay awake with a past I can't' recall
grateful and rested
unsure if it was a dream at all

Every night I would talk to the moon
“Mother moon, my heart is broken yet again.”
She would listen to every detail, and offer her advice when needed
One night, it was my turn to listen.
She confessed how lonely it was to be all alone in the night sky with no friends.
“But you have the stars to accompany you, Mother moon.”
“The stars keep to themselves. What I really want is a child.”
How silly, I thought. How would a moon ever have a child?
Well
I threw myself off the balcony. My arms reaching up into the sky.
When I awoke, the moon was cradling me in her crescent shape
They say that when the moon is in her cresecent stage it’s because she’s rocking her baby to sleep
That’s how I became La hija de la luna
The daughter of the moon