Of the moon and stars

You ask me to write
Of the moon and the stars

And all I can think of is
Those walks we took in the midnight bazaars

Of a town that came alive
Only when the skies were drenched in black

And among the spices
And the carpets, we found that silly Knick knack

An unremarkable object that cost us a long chat
And all the small change we had in our pockets

And remember where we bought
Those cheap silver coloured star shaped lockets

I wonder where mine lies
That locket, the bazaar, the night

I forget what we talked of...
In the shadows, when we hid from the moonlight.