with luna ...

tonight, the moon is a woman
and she is our escape.
her silver shadow hangs thick
over a horizon of sleepy stars
and her eyes make bold advances
toward the sun.

you are her favorite daughter -
a lunar eclipse among stargazers,
unaffected by the sky's flirtation with dawn.

i am nothing more than earthshine -
orbiting into daydreams,
silently reflecting her light.