But in the silence 

Of the night...

The stars gossip.

And for every conspiracy 

The moon leans over to hear.

And they hush for awhile...

As I whisper my prayer.

As if they are all listening...

As if they care to grant

All these fervent wishes 

That I keep.

 But if I fall...

I'll fall hard.

Fall deep,

Then regret it later.

Gather the lessons,

That I may not need ever.

All for the after thoughts,

That I'll ponder

When I get older.

Of Dusk and Flavors