Sun and luna

I stay up all through the night 

The moon's always shining bright, 

it's the only Hour

when the moon and I have our conversation

I tell her, how I lost myself in the sparkle of his brown eyes

she has no choice but to listen otherwise, 

perhaps, we really enjoy our silly little conversation

until the sun shows up, ruins our moment

I hated the sun

she never

instead, she tells me

how the sun makes the darkest part of her shine.