Moon Art

Laying Here,
I notice you peeking at me
Through the clouds,
So white and round;
So full and without sound.

I Love The Way
Your light shines
As it may,
Through trees' sways;
It makes my day.

I Am Glad
When you shine your
Light into my heart,
Just like a [love] dart;
It makes me think art.

But When I
Say my good nights,
And pray my prayers,
I think of you peeking at me
Through the clouds,
So white and round;
So full and without sound.