Moonchild, Moonchild, I heard you were brilliant once, shining more fiercely than all of the stars.  How is it now that your light is gone?  Did they trick you?  Were you tired?  I wonder, if you are just tired.  I wonder if one day I will wake and see you beside the sun, burning brighter than all the universe.  

There are shadows in the trees and silence in the skies.  The butterflies are hushed, waiting, and the birds sing winter songs.  Tonight, the stars are blind and the constellations out of order.  I worry.  You smile, and guide my eyes to see new pictures in the Heavens.  They are little more permanent than clouds, spinning out chaos, but this, I think, is what you love.

Moonchild, what tales have you left to tell?  You wane in quarters, so even, and I fear the empty sky.  

I can think of no words that can save you, only those that will break us down, leaving not even flames upon smouldering wreckage.  I think, I am losing you.  I think, where is your heart on a night like this?  I think.

I think words have never mattered.  Until now.  And now there are none, so we fade.
I think of how we are dying every day, and do not know.  Except you, spiralling faster.
I think. I think.

Moonchild, are you jealous of your sunsisters? Have you never wanted just to shine?

The sky today is pale all over.  If the moon could be the sky, the whole sky, this is what it would be like.  Not grey, but almost white, pitted with darker spots and softly glowing with diffused light.  I think perhaps it is you, stretched on forever.  I think it is you, free.  

I think that when you fade, when no body is left to hold your soul, when you are everywhere and unseen, you will be happy again.  Oh, I know you are not discontented, I know you savour every small moment and pleasure.  But I think, Moonchild, I think you cannot be happy, truly so, as you are—trapped in your mortal cage.

Breathe in, Moonchild, and breathe out and then sleep and know peaceful dreams.  Endless dreams of stars and galaxies and lights and beauty.  Shine, Moonchild, shine brighter than anything else.  

I think, I think I will know, and I will wake to see the stars dulled by you.  And yes, the sky will have that night a new moon, a true new moon, because your heart will fill that void and dazzle all our sunblinded eyes.  

Hush now, Moonchild, and sleep.