The Missing Moon

Where have you been of late, my friend?
I miss you, now you’ve gone.
The trees seem empty now and bare
The night breeze sings no song;
And only darkness comes to call,
The clouds hold you at bay.
I knew you’d never stay too long,
That seems to be your way
But if you come back once again
I’ll dance beneath your gaze
I’ll bask within your gentle light
And curse the garish days.