Evening

The sun had said goodnight and the moon had said good evening. I thought of the moon as a peaceful beacon gleaming to guide you home in case of lost wandering. Though you could never be lost, because wherever you were here, it was home. There was always someone happy to welcome you into their home. I lie awake in my sheets and wondered about how the stars of the night can shine so bright. I wanted to shine like the sun and the stars.