The Moon's Dance

I talked to the sun yesterday 
As it watched over the lake. 
It was a little distracted at times watching the boaters pass by. 
Soon, a new part of the sky turned in the night.
It hides away while the sun plays. 
It only comes out
when few people are around to admire its shimmering glow,
protecting part of the world at a time,
dancing in the sky.
Sometimes I wonder, when it's away, does it cry? 

I want to get lost in the shimmering sky like the moon, as it does not fear dancing alone.
The stars watch and some join in, 
only for a split second before it runs away.
Sometimes I find the moon being my best friend when no one else will. 
It keeps me alive while I rest my eyes. 
It cools down the world that builds up the heat of the feelings inside me. 
It tries so hard to turn away the creatures that lurk in the dark, ready to pounce.
When it lights the world, you can see why it wants to go away at dawn.
The responsibility of the life we hold relies on the moon.
Sitting outside in the summertime watching shooting stars pass by 
as we join the moon in harmony, 
soothing the night that would otherwise be boring 
like a cloth covering up the flatness of the lost that would fill the sky.
Now I talk to the moon 
because it is the one and only thing I can count on.