I saw her in the moonlight
Jul 26, 2021
I saw her in the moonlight: a performer of bedtime rite
she, was, in fact, a child of the night
artemis’ secret acolyte
she hunts the clouds with uncanny grace
it is if not a faithful chase -
her untamed pilgrimage to space
once there, she commences to croon
making holes in the moon with a silvery spoon
singing softly to a foreign tune
and as she leaves she litters stars
lighting the sky like cigarette burns, leaving scars
memoirs of her reverie
reflect in my fanatic memory