Turn back the bedsheets of the night
that I might snugly crawl within
turn out the light that is the sun
turn on the radiance of the moon
let the breeze caress my face
whispering childhood lullabies
as I reach up to pluck a star
and clutch it safely to my breast.
Tiny firefly of the sky
share your glow with me
pulse gently as we breathe
until the fire has died.