The sun sinks down

to hide its face

the night symphony

has begun

the moon rises to

a fanfare

There is a slight woman

asleep

in the small crescent moon

she wakes,

�������� and stretches

to soft,

������� insistent

lullabies.

She steps out of

the tiny space allotted her,

and begins to dance

whirling,

������ ���� �������leaping,

����������� jumping,

����������� ����������� ������twirling

across the night sky

The symphony

dies

she glides

softly back to her home...

As the sun begins

to show its face...

������� ��she sleeps the same as I.