The sweet Earth cradles me in a valley of spring flowers.
The moon hangs in the darkness, glowing like an angelic nightlight.
She sends me a soft lullaby in the cool night breeze
that I catch on my tongue like honeyed-flavored fantasies
ready to usher me into the serenity of sleep.
The stars dangle above like a nursery mobile
of glittering jewels encapsulating the wishes
I reach for when I’m in the realm of dreamers.
Once again, the magic of the night reminds me
I’m a goddess in her infancy,
still learning the ways of the divine,
and what it means to be an eternal being.