Starts and the Moon

I'm afraid of the dark.

 I'm afraid of what lurks in the dark

because I swear something.. someone.. does.

and I feel unseen eyes watch me, 

beyond the sidewalk

behind the tree

in the bushes

it burns

but the moonbeams chase it away.

All I have to do is look to her, 

and fears melt away like falling stars.

stars

twinkling

twinkling 

stars

Like diamonds glimmer in the sun

they glimmer

but their price, much more valuable

Peter Pan spilled a little too much pixie dust

and now it sparkles in the sky

reminding kids to fly

and to dream of adventures

and make wishes

I think Peter Pan and Tinkerbell are up there somewhere

or angles

or both

Why do we make wishes on falling stars?

Is that their last hurrah as they tumble?

Why not wish on ones that still hang? 

Or are they to proud to grant wishes?

Perhaps they are busy acting as guides.

Stars guild lost ships

And wayward souls

And lead us all home

Even if home isn't the place you sleep.

and they sing you to sleep, 

and act as a blanket on cold restless nights

and the moon?

chases away my fears

 kisses my forehead

sparks my wonder

and provides a sky full of stars

of angels

of fairies

and dreams

She keeps track of time

and lightens my mind

with new ideas

and I bleed with her

and I think she bleeds with me.. too

She cries with me

And she follows me where ever I go

When I was young I watched her out the car window 

as she zipped along the side, promising to never leave my side

And made sure I made it home safe.

And the stars lead the way.

Then they tucked me in, and watched me from my bedroom window.

They still do that every night.

The moon is my light, when I'm lost in the dark