Tell me not to listen

I will still want to know.

You are the human

who looks at the stars

at the moon

At the night sky as it glistens past.

The human that whispers the darkest of thoughts

to the waiting universe

from the top of a small, metal-plated roof at 3 in the morning.

And I am the night.

I am the sky that pours above you

beautiful and free

Untamed and untouched like you wish you could be. 

And I whisper softly,

beckoning with the branch of the nearby willow tree

"Come here, child, talk with me."

"Tell me your troubles, your sorrows and fears."

I am the moon that winks, loving, at you 

tell me your dreams

As I fade into the night sky,

I become a star

Your very own.

I am warm. 

You are the human dreamer,

and I am the night listener.