The stars are little beauty] fires;
they [glow, but they are just tiny] babies
[next to the splendor of the moon.]

Anyone who is a lover
can see how the moon
in her long gown
shakes a [silver] powder
all around her body,
then sets it afire,
and then how then she [burns]
for her lover
with such a [silver] fire,
all night long,
all night long,
turning first this way
and that in the sky,
spinning ever so slowly
before the eyes that watch her,
loving the eyes that watch her,
turning slowly,
taking all night long
in order to show
— and slowly —
her every treasure.
C.Pinkola Estès