Tonight I want
to sleep with stars.
Catch the moon,
put it in a jar.
So the sun
won’t chase it away
when it rises
for the day.
The moonlight is kind
to the body
and the mind.
But the sunlight–
that’s what helps me
find the truth
when it hides.
Would I rather
cradle in
the shining, silver crescent?
Sing lullabies
to distant stars
that glow so iridescent?
Or would I rather
soak my skin
in shards of golden dew?
