The moon’s lost stars

The world naps

As you toss in bed 

Overthinking the words 

you shouldn’t have said

We flatter the universe 

Thinking we could borrow their stars

But the moon never envied

Having An audience

For comings and goings

Always dressed

In flamboyant pinks,oranges,and violets

What if the sun liked punk,indie,

or alternative rock?

Would they accuse him of indecency 

If one day he wore his sister’s band t-shirts 

and painted His nails jet black.

The moon wouldn’t mind it

They didn’t mind her.

Only vampires, drunks,stoners

Lovesick sweethearts

And insomniacs acknowledged

Her existence.

She didn’t mind that either

It was a case of getting used to

And billions of years 

have prepared her for that.

It was not very complicated

It was a simple wish

She wanted one night off

To embrace her stars

Had the universe heard

They’d have done what others did

Like The rest of them

 they slept 

on her nightmares

and woke up

To her brother’s dreams.