Queen of the night And sister to Sun; Selene is in flight, Her song has begun. Waning or waxing, The rabbits rejoice! Dusk is for dancing, Bewitched by her voice. She tugs at the tides And welcomes the dew; She brushes the skies With ribbons of blue.
Friend of the feline, The moth, and the fox; Her words so divine, Wolf never gets lost. I rise before Dawn To bottle in jars, This chorus adorned With stories and stars. But musical moon Winks silver, and beams: 'I sing for you too, There's really no need.'
Upcycled buttons and beads on felt; edited in Photoshop.
Lydia Ruth 