The moon, a mirrorball, she sits so high
shimmering in the nocturnal sky
she leans down and drapes her light
over all the creatures of the night
creatures with fur, creatures with skin
creatures with scales, with horns and with fins
creatures with secrets, with dreams and sins
creatures who cannot see or hear
creatures whose eyes are set upon deer
creatures whose neighbors only see them as queer
they hide in the dark because, like us, they fear
they fear the sun and those who dwell in his sphere
the sun demands truth, demands all of your soul
he burns you alive just to bear you as whole
but the moon demands nothing, for she always sees all
she knows us all, speaks to us all
her voice is a whisper, a lullaby
in her silence she says, "Dear creatures, don't cry
you are all of your selves, your scars and your lies
and I love you for all that you are inside
I will keep you safe til you're ready to fly
And witness your honor from up here in the sky"