I'm Going On No Moon

I’m going on no moon. And no one
Made me any offers. Tell Tale signs stay silent.
It’s gonna simply empty out,
This night, right to its residue.
It’s gonna spill out again as fountains do.
But wishing wells replenish
W/shiny pennies/ Pitched prayers cheap,
Bright as church bought candles.
.
Night wants a way with you.
It stews, but
I do see hidden handles.
You gotta know when to get out,
You go inside and light lanterns.
You gotta know which trail to see clear
To see clearer
Nocturnal patterns.
.
(lit lanterns surely must lure lost angels
it matters to turn first to conference then
all our eyes on the one sunrise)