he walks

on a street and chinese lanterns guide him,

they stare, they sway with the wind while he, he starts to hum. 

the night is calm, the sky, silent. he feels the moon follows him,

he looks up and it smiles.  he smiles back, he thinks he hears it say,

are you not aftraid of the light?

why, i have nothing to hide, he answers.

he laughs,
he sees the moon as it cloaks itself with a cape of clouds,
the dark turns darker.

he reaches home, he opens the window,

the window that frames a smiling moon.