Dick Tracy by Mike Curtis and Charles Ettinger for June 07, 2015

Awaking from prophetic dreams, fresh memories grow hazyWere Mysta to share slumber sights some folks would deem her crazy.Late at night full moon shines bright. Something severely amissNocturnal revelation. She has long expected this.Vibrant dreams tonight give Mysta fright, linked to HoneymoonChanges accrue yet more are due, profound and very soon.Awakes this night fresh keen insight. Must go to her dear friendHer sense of knowing ever growing. Where might this all end?Doctors at Smith Industries do screen and test and sampleDreamtime rich and vivid, causing consternation ample.Who she was not who she is. Lunarian traits progressingNocturnal visions clue her in: being Moon Maid a mixed blessing..Honeymoon with furrowed brow frets over her own changesConfides in Little Princess. Ponytails she rearrangesTo hide advancing antennae, protuberances profoundLike Mysta she is changing in ways sure to astound.Uncharted territory now where the ladies liveMysta so protective, gives all she has to giveTo her dear friend, Honeymoon, the blessing of her lifeStrives to keep her from harm’s way, from sorrow, care and strife.In Tracytown the moon shines down upon a peaceful nightMysta rises to go forth, her beauty a sweet sight.Appearances mean naught to her, though others take delightFocused now on one clear goal: for Honeymoon she’ll fight.