The hand strikes starlight
and the moon is our clock,
guided by the galaxy
at every tick, tock.

It’s quarter past starlight
and adventure’s just started,
with candy floss cushions
where the clouds have parted.

It’s half past starlight
and the sky’s a sea,
with stars like flying fish,
soaring, dancing free.

It’s quarter to sunrise
and the world begins to stir,
some sing, others sigh
whilst woken with a whisper.

The hand strikes sunrise,
but let’s not mourn the night,
in just a few hours more
we’ll blow out the flame of daylight.

Tick tock, tick tock
the moon is our clock.

© Sarah Mullaney

Image credit: Unsplash – Fabian Oelkers