Wicked moon

In those nights when the stars are singing
For a second, the lights invade everything
One bird, with a taciturn sight
Brief sigh flying around the lighthouse, wishing the moon on her side
Running out of time, before the sunrise
Forgetting what they was
This things happens those nights, when the lights fly.

I hope you like my writing, and the photos that I took. I was playing with my friends, taking photos, and suddenly this idea came to my head, about witches around a crystal ball -Charmed inspired- and I tried my best with light bulb and my two friends.