Nectar of the Moon (Poem)
Late at night while the rest of the world sleeps,
I lay awake with the moon staring down at me,
begging me to come closer,
luring me in,
urging me to drink from her golden nectar,
wanting me to see what she sees in everyone's dreams.
I hold out my hands,
let the rays fill them up,
suddenly they've become a cup,
and none of this phases me,
instead this is reality,
for I am a daughter of the moon,
and she grants me full serenity.