Under the gentle spotlights of stars, the wild moon girl wanders the vast expanse of moonbeam pasturelands. There, in the twinkling secrecy, she births soft bubble dreams. Once starched flat of her desires, she cries in anguish, and sheds her old skin. Every night, she seizes new dreams, and breathes new breaths. Her gypsy heart dances to the ineffable beauty of the rhapsodic sapphire night. Silver and blue, melt into one as if to say that–you can shine, too; no matter what.