Dwindle

I need the Moon to tell me what it knows.

Why it stares at me through suspicious squints
As if I was in the dark by choice

Waning thoughts of wicked wonder

Hiding the eyes of innocent Stars
Behind clouds
To protect them from
A wandering man

This way they don’t waste their breath
Wishing upon
A shooting look
From a new heart
Full of hope
That tonight
Won’t last forever