The moon sings her prayers nightly,
breathing in, her belly fills with light.
she becomes a sliver.
The stars stand waiting at the mouth
of her cave, but she slips out silently
back into the night, after three days.
Those same stars write ancient blessings
across the black parchment
of sky. Most of them have died
a thousand years ago and yet their light
still pulses and throbs,
for all those who have known
what it is to fade into nothing
only to awaken one day with a song
we just can’t stop singing.