WHEN I MET THE STARS River met the ocean, I held the sea shore, Dwelling like some seashells, I caught some stars out there. I held the matt black ocean, Yet to find some more bae Suns, The starset seemed endless, And thus was my vision, I stood holding myself. And yet loosing in a blink then, that when those things twinkled, Yet they dwelled like the seashells, When flashed upon by brightness, I found them as starshine, That when I visited a dust town. I caught out the pole star and beyond the focus. I counted one, three, seven. I made out a spoon shape. I dwelled out for the bear but alas! yet seashells as some stars . I caught my eyes and blinked them. And the stars shined in peaceful mayhem. I smelled the dust and drank it, and caught some stars as sugar. I stirred it in the water, and dived in the moonlight. The moon was so dull that stars shone so bright. That when I looked for the stars, they twinkled in black light. The moon smiled a bit and the stars called out Mama. I called out my name and the stars cried out Mama.— % & My name stands for the Moon.