the moon's tailor

when i first happened across you,
the crushed black velvet that draped over
as i slept, was tattered and bare.

a water damaged textile,
placed in novice hands.

so effortlessly you cleared and tethered
glistening stars torrential.
and between the stars you stitched stories
painting prophecies inside constellations.

now whenever i watch the dusk above
or happen across the mirror,
the euphoria i feel is yours.
a smile that would have seemed impossible
if not for the moon's tailor