The Softness of the Resplendent Moonlight

Rainy nights have hidden the friendly moon that visited my flowery window; that was two seasons ago... when I told her big secrets and didn't conceal pain. The red-eyed owls watched me strangely and pitied my loneliness; was I insane for staying up so late? But sleep was like tasting real death... I asked myself the same question, " Why dream until daybreak? " The softness of the resplendent moonlight must return on the same hour, and paint this sad face with silver moonbeams; only then my dark night will turn bright... to relive those summer's nights again and give life to another dream that gleams.