You say your light is good—
His light is good—
But I scream disagreement.
You say the sun is the only
Shining, saving light,
But the moon is my guide,
My protectress, my mother,
Her shining light keeps me,
She flows like silver water,
My mantle is the night,
Bedazzled with a million stars,
And small planets that swim
Like wondrous little fishes.