I Held the Moon, Bc

I had a dream I held the Moon It fell down from the sky, And oh it was so beautiful Tears welled in my eyes. More beautiful than all the stars Now the Moon was mine, In my hands I watched it glow, I held the divine. In my dream I looked up And all the stars were crying, For without the shining Moon The Milky way was dying. I realised that it was theirs It was not mine to keep, So I cast it to the sky Then I began to weep. In the morn a crescent Moon Was smiling down at me, I smiled right back at it, For I had set it free. Entry for Picture prompt Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brenda Chiri 23/2/2020