Forgiving the Moon - Night Owl Iii

Moon, let us be friends again! The night is young and the stars are spread like city lights! We will wax and wane together, you and I, passing through each other’s dark and light. I will decorate your face with the bright colors of laughter like icing painting a grinning sugar skull. Every day is the Day of the Dead, remembering the living that have died, surviving the living that are dead in their minds. But at night, the sleeping and the dead are on an even field as you and I rule the night! Let us gather together as brothers beneath the raven-breast of mother time, you the shining egg, and I without any feathers, (though I am sure to fly in time.)