The Moon Running In Our Dreams

 Many times she asks

Moon, will you hold my dreams,

So I can rest;

A beautiful sign of dusk.

Sprint, sprint,

Running through dreams

Imaginative ideas

Orbit my spirit.

As long nights long for sleep,

I commend my butterfly wings.

Fly, fly, my love.

Show them what nature's made of.

Eternal cricket songs

Whooshing twilight winds,

Guardian's signs

May we be as one.