Walking home from town on a dark cool evening is made pretty special by the company of a small boy dashing along with his eyes on the sky calling out 'Hey moon, wait up!'

It is your turn now,
you waited, you were patient.
The time has come,
for us to polish you.
We will transform your inner pearl
into a house of fire.
You're a gold mine.
Did you know that,
hidden in the dirt of the earth?
It is your turn now,
to be placed in fire.
Let us cremate your impurities.

Rumi