The sun sets most of the clouds fade the night consumes the day the birds sleep the nocturnal creep the Moon begins its dark endeavor knowing only the warmth of her beloved Suns embrace but never able to turn and see her lovers face as she presses on the children of the night look to her for light so soft an cool eerie to those of the day but guiding the way for those of the twilight the creatures of the night feel a small amount of the Suns love knowing the Moon only wishes to caress her love back so in turn the night weeps for the Moon maybe soon the Sun may face the Moon maybe soon