The delicate folds of the night
hide within, myriads of dreams
gossamer like, so fragile!
aided ably by the shimmering silver sequins
luna gently leaves them
under the heavy-with-sleep eyelids
with deft lightness
but the red-rimmed eyes
that remain awake at night
are awash with tensile dreams
that may be stretched and moulded
but would never break.