Moon Child

I love the moon and I feel a special connection with it. In 1998 (at 22 years old), I wrote a poem that can be translated into English more or less like this:
"The Moon Child
awakens within me
at dusk
She runs out with an armful of stars - like flowers
And she throws them at the feet of passers-by
Silently surprised
She stares into the luminous windows
trying to penetrate the secret of the always different color of the light bulb
She calls for the streetlights-beanpoles
To play a game of hopscotch-puddles
She shines with her own not reflected light
And smiles at each paving stone

And later just before falling asleep
Curled up and
Safely hidden under the blanket of rules
She whispers softly
That there are no Moon Children"

Credits:
AWA - Moon Child, Aesthetic Photos No 9 Moon Child, Mixed Media Papers No 27, and Urban Love Tales Deluxe Kit
NBK - artCrush #59 {Curled Frames}
Paula Kesselring - People Dancing #1 and Blue Moon Bundle
Lynn Grieveson - Star Charts brushes