Honeymoon’s on her laptop, sleuthing late at nightPerusing “Weirdness of the City,” a favorite web site.Legends and tall-tales concerning Moon Maid’s babyMostly wild speculation, yet some facts and maybeSomething here select few could ever guess or knowFingertips magnetic, a skill she did outgrow.Neither Pop Pop nor Dad would ever speak of thisSo to find it on the internet means something is amiss.Is this another clue that Mother Mysta is alive?Had she passed though fire with a slim chance to survive?Moon people are not Earthlings, this she knows full wellSecrets of physiology? Mysteries none could tell?Gossip on the internet, she never could combatThis fact about her fingers: How would anyone know that?Sleep soon overtakes her: nocturnal vivid dreamsWalking with her mother, not all as it seems.Mysta struggles with emotions, pointing to the skySays, “I am not an Earthling, and can’t so easily die.Look for me to find you; we’ll be together soonSeparation ceasing beneath a waning moon.”
Honeymoon’s on her laptop, sleuthing late at nightPerusing “Weirdness of the City,” a favorite web site.Legends and tall-tales concerning Moon Maid’s babyMostly wild speculation, yet some facts and maybeSomething here select few could ever guess or knowFingertips magnetic, a skill she did outgrow.Neither Pop Pop nor Dad would ever speak of thisSo to find it on the internet means something is amiss.Is this another clue that Mother Mysta is alive?Had she passed though fire with a slim chance to survive?Moon people are not Earthlings, this she knows full wellSecrets of physiology? Mysteries none could tell?Gossip on the internet, she never could combatThis fact about her fingers: How would anyone know that?Sleep soon overtakes her: nocturnal vivid dreamsWalking with her mother, not all as it seems.Mysta struggles with emotions, pointing to the skySays, “I am not an Earthling, and can’t so easily die.Look for me to find you; we’ll be together soonSeparation ceasing beneath a waning moon.”