The Moon Flaunts

The Moon keeps on flaunting its face,
Beckoning for a glimpse of my eyes,
The pavement imitates its blank light,
And gleams like a dulcet sun.

Everything seems dead when the Moon is high,
Parks, cars, and homes afraid to show
Signs of life, the night consumes life;
So this is what the world is like
without that glimpse of life.

A child is afraid of the dark, of the unknown,
But why does the Moon cast an erie sound?
All seems white, all seems well,
Yet it reveals too much of the life that once was.

I am uncertain, I am fearless,
I am lost, I am discovered,
The Moon is high and the night is quiet,
The night is bright and I am blank.