You are twinkling
in the moonlight
you are plump
in the tree
deep
deep in the dark
but clear sky

I lie in a hammock
between the trees

I can hear insects
and cool breezes
bring the smell
of mountain

I watch you twinkling
for the longest time
until
my mother calls me

in my bed
when I close my eyes
you still twinkle
inside them

Picture without poem available in giclee prints (10 x 15.5 in)