Northwest Trader Blue

From a dancing rabbit's point of view
the moon is just a big firefly
a leap a twist a tumble
a jig despite the watchword on the levee
trim the wicks and hush your tongues
the regulators will close the breech

I've pined for northwest trader blue
rebellious and bemused at the treeline
the point of demarcation between dimensions
when color is in the beholder's eye
I need your stare to be my beacon
while the constellations define infinity