The sky turned black, the stars came out,
The city fell silent, darkness all about.
She sat at her window, glint in her eye,
Her heart the victim, the moon her alibi.
The same sky, roof over thousands of nations,
“Her thoughts stars she could not fathom into constellations”
The bunny in the moon waved to her,
And she smiled, her eyes a hazy blur.
The stars twinkled endlessly, brighter than Christmas lights,
A splash of wine, feast at midnight.
The stars formed shapes, arms like a dancer
And she thrived in the silence, full of answers.
She did not want to go, she had a thousand things to say,
But the moon knew she would return the next day.
So as she looked at the sky that stretched like an endless river,
The moon sent her a tiny whisper.
She heard it and like every time she smiled,
She heard the moon say
“Stay wild, moon child….