The new moon cracks open,
breaking into dissolving light,
dissolving into broken faces.
Beneath the stern white star
staring into my eyes blinks a bright glittering
golden gem. Turn. Straight. Turn.
The stoplights wink at me,
three chuckling cherry stars
daring me to keep going.
After some time, the light
extends a long leg, a dark root,
bending toward me, a giant
curious about small things.
Lopsided butterfly
slowly opens and closes
torn white wings.
Rosefire Rising 
Lots of good imagery – I have been thinking about my interpretation of it for a while. Not sure I have one beyond bright lights during a late night walk – I do look the notion of them representing the sun and moon and perhaps guiding stars.
Guiding stars … I like that. I’ve been paying more attention to the shifts in my astigmatism with Long COVID. My vision keeps changing. Thus what I see is noteworthy in new ways.