Silver Slivered Moon

Sliver moon hand in the sky at night nighttime fixtures of stars burning bright to light the darkness and shed light on a dream of times, when I slept in a crib and a mobile donned down on me snuggled in my comforter now, grown-up though the snow on the ground comforts the earth like a comfortable comforter he who sleeps besides me comforts me as I long to dream now the dream comes is it scary to want to marry the universe? By Susan J. Mills