The moon came to my window late in the evening. She heard me weeping in my pillow and asking myself why the world was so cruel. Her light blushed my cheeks and dried my eyes with her glimmer. She hummed “here here, child, listen to me,” and caressed my sobs in the dark.
She made me close my eyes as I listened to her lullaby:
In the midst of the night, your eyes shall always close to the howling wolf
Your cheeks will remain dry and your cries will be heard for I will be stood
Towards the left of your ear, whistling fragments of little creaks streaming
Into your veins, flowing through vessels, into your brain for dreaming
Of cherished laughter and glowing nights, keeping you safe and warm
You’ll fly with wings, be with birds that sing toward my light, you’ll soar
Forever onward, my little one, no longer weep
I’ll be here gleaming as your happily sleep
Her whispering words became my muse.