You,
Innocent as you are,
watching the night sky,
watching the stars.
It was like a dream,
and you imagined her awake.
That night you saw her as she was,
you crowned her,
as mother of darkness,
as the queen of night.
I heard you say:
sometimes the moon is sleepy,
It must be the stars,
they are always singing,
when the moon is sad.
