the moon shies away behind a translucent veil,
blurred by floating clouds,
riding on the gale.
with the moonlight fading,
the katydid halts its tune.
I lie down on the cold tar
and stretch my hands towards the moon,
but find myself a little too far.
The stars suddenly start moving,
in utter disbelief and surprise,
I rub my eyes,
only to find tiny fireflies.