Alone

As the shady, shadowy clouds disappear from the sky,
your brightened glow shines on our cold, damp ground.
Your face lights the sky, but soon you leave.
Why would you leave? The Sun creeps up,
yet the moon creeps down. He's gone.
Pushed away by the sun, but later on
I meet him again
Alone,
bright,
but still
my friend
of night.