The moon is too low, too close to the horizon
Reluctant to be seen.
Grudgingly glowing with borrowed light from the sun.
A yellow surreal glow,
making the teary dew drops glean.
Undoing all that the daylight has done.
I think I'm like the moon too,
borrowing the light in the overwhelming dark.
Trying to stay awake and wondering,
where did you hide my heart?