It always feels as if the moon is over my head,
Night, never ending.
When with you, the sun seemed brighter
even cloudy skies seemed clear.
Now that you left, sunny days
appear as if they were quiet storms.
The clouds cry for me and the
soft winds whisper sorrowful pleas.
The moon takes notice and calls the stars
from behind those blue clouds
to make the Night bearable.
When they leave me, they come to you
hopefully luminous with the love I have for you.