Midnight Muse

And what of the moon and stars
What do they do when we rendezvous
In kaleidoscopic bars
Do they go chasing each other across the sky
Winking in fright or delight
Do they commingle over made up histories
Or lie
Do they find solace in the arms of darkly attractive strangers
Or rest quiet, waiting for us to emerge
That they may light our way through the never ending remnants of the night