How beautiful the moon is tonight. So gracious and so pure. I'm fortunate to have the privilege of accompanying you this evening, Since I am in fact, An insomniac.
Life has a funny way of making unconventional things turn gorgeous, In the split second of a blink. My heart holds gratefulness to you, Ms. Moon, For adding charm to my hellish night.
You change a lot like a person, Your appearances can very well vary, But the object of your being is simply to shine light on the darkness, Now my darkness has been lit up like a Christmas tree. All because of your elegancy.
You're great company for me, Ms. Moon, As you hold no judgment to my livelihood. I do not choose to be woken by such an illness created from genetics, Thankfully I have you as a companion, A companion to share my struggles with, On a night you so beautifully made shine.