hand-stitched laces of moon as it sat lilted in the silvery-blue cradle oh-so argent ... ☽ while the lullaby lasts in the dusk's hush as its breath pirouettes like a ribbon woven from star's silken tears, letters ink in bottles of pearl and sleep in whispers of sealed cosmic dust. so with profound, careful hands, she sent her lantern of periwinkle dawn skyward. / somewhere in the quiet, aldehyde-scented paper presses its seal into the wary hum of the nighttime gale. ‘tis for the moon to keep.