Nighttime remedies…

I have stolen the night sky on its ventures
I have woven through its skin
I took its humility and made it my own

It carried my heart through fields of gold
I carried its soul through my mind
It whispered to me and told me to bask
In its fettering energy

For dawn would soon come
And the time to feel sombre would pass
I must bask in what’s left to enjoy
Sweet moon child