powder moon

you are a wolf, you beckon to her,

you are lightening bugs beaconing around her,

reflected and hidden and hiding,

she hangs alone;

but what is the moon alone?

cold pocketed stone,

dense hardened shell.

you could make her so full;

you could illuminate her.

each night,

she will come to life;

in the morning,

she will fall and hide.

keep this in mind

as you possess her celestial body;

know how low she sinks.