Dear Moon,
Why haven't you lulled me to sleep yet?
Is it because you envy the love I have for the sun?  
Does the way it arises in such an ostentatious matter offend you?
The sun marks the beginning of a day
Whereas you just end one.

Dear Moon,
I apologize for the tirade of indirect emotion
But to be frankly honest, I prefer beginnings
I never liked endings
I never liked goodbyes either
And your crescent figure marks the both
                                            
Dear Moon,
I find you to be rather beautifying
Such a sight worth marvelling at
But every morning the sun graces me with a benign smile and says to me;
*"My dear, I'm out today, be content with yourself"