Poprocks Crackling into Light

Night reached a sticky hand

Into her packet of pop rocks, hair

Messy but with perfect curls, eyes

Ever-changing with the color of dusk,

Silky purple dress that twirled

With the tendrils of moon as they

Reached out to ask her

To play; she

Was the toddler who forever refused

To go to bed, smile

Glowing at every hour, stubbornness

Keeping her from ever missing a shift

At keeping watch over the trees,

Mountains and lakes: her friends

Who wore friendship bracelets

Of the brightness in her shadows;

Night let the candy crackle 

On her tongue, as

One does with laughter; she

Reached into the packet again and

Tossed them up into the sky just

As her eyes faded to a smoky blue, hoping

They would be enough to sparkle

In the eyes of those she forever 

Watches over.