Clouds For Curtains

I took out my old worn paintbrush and I pressed it to the ground I lost my moonlight, lost it all; I lost the hope I'd finally found My moon had shown me where to step, where to look, and how to love My moon; an Angel, never left but all that love was not enough The moon had found me everywhere, in a six foot separation It shun through those who held us back and found me, then, in desperation My moon would guide me everywhere and show me how to proudly walk My moon would whisper in my ear and show me love, with light, through talk I love my moon, and always will I've never been more certain I hope my moon is shining, still, but I can't see through their clouds for curtains So I pull my brush, another stroke, and try to paint my moonlight But deep down I know it can't be done; For me it's always but a dark night