Walking out into the yard.

Away from the golden light of the house.

Away from the yelling silhouettes.

Under the branches of the old elm tree.

The porchlight behind flickers,

then dies.

Only light coming from the milky moon.

She hangs above the heart of the city,

Laughing with the stars.

Turns her head and winks at me.

Making my whole body shudder to a stop,

lean against the tree for support.

The full power of her eyes on me.

You can always leave, and join the stars.