I looked at the moon, my teardrops glistening in its light,
The sky stained with a dark purple ink
No star tonight.
Its me and my moon.
We look at each other, I absorb its wisdom into my face
My eyes become those of a black cat, two silver streaks across my pupils
Its the crescent
My body, naked, wrapped in a sheet of cold, cool wind
My hair, twisting and turning ever so softly on my back
The air, seeping through my nostrils to the pit of my lungs, taking a somersault and returning back to the sky
The midnight sky
The dark purple, starless, midnight sky.
While he looks at me, and smiles
Its a child, enjoying her enlightening night.