StoneLion's Writings

The Night and the Moon

The day slips over the mountains
and the night slithers into the sky
calling all the stars
to curl against her back.
The night whispers sweetly,
sings love songs to the moon
and coaxes it into her arms.
She caresses its silver warmth
and watches the dark land;
below the coyotes howl,
fireflies flicker towards the sky
but only she holds her moon.