When the moon comes up, and sleep draws nigh, her thoughts grab her by the hand and say that it is time to wander. It's her and her thoughts for the night.

Sleep observes from a distance with a crossbow in one hand and a tint of hope in the other. Her very jealous lover. His arrows are smeared with repercussions but he will let her be for now.

She played with her thoughts until her soul fell tired and needed some sleep; but when she turned around to seek him, he was long gone.