The night was bright with stars,
Like the scales of silver fishes
Swimming into the fire of my ship.
Come children of the sea.
Dance against the silence of the night.
I was sailing in the skies
In search of the moon,
But found none.
Yet in my sleep, the moon glances over me.
Its colors dripping from the canopy
And into the branches and leaves,
Until the last drop of honey
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