The man in the moon

He slumbers by day

He wakes at dusk

When the sun is done with her play

His light, it casts shadows

Through the trees down below

He gets straight to work

Cultivating dreams, like seeds to be sown

Watching over us so intently

While we’re warm, snug in our beds

He then succumbs to her new dawn

As we stir from the magic, he strew in our heads

-v.