Thank you. You meant when I mentioned Sitara, ( or perhaps you made another connection) and what I was saying, possibly mused by Sitara, is that when Claire passes, the two of them might hang together doing gymnastics around a crescent moon for me:

I’ll gaze at the sky

Night or day of no matter

If moon has risen

If new moon at night

I’ll see dark disc gainst their light

And your smiling face

Granting my dreams and wishes

Such is the new moon’s power

A few days later

You’ll swing round my favorite

Smiling crescent moon

Love the most on clearest nights

Your light doesn’t mask the stars

Perhaps Sitara will join

Joyful tears will overflow

Pain pockets of grief draining

Infinite light filling bottomless pits