I was standing by the window the other night
Watching the great ball of the moon
Floating in the nighttime sky
Thinking of its beauty and wishing
That I had someone here to share it with
Suddenly a dark cloud floated into few
Casting its shadow across the orb
I had so intently admired
Hiding it from my view
I felt cheated and impatient for its return
Angry that something had taken
This beauty from the sky
And suddenly I realized that when
The moon disappeared
My eyes adjusted to the dark
And I could see the world
Clearly and without the glow of the moon
Which way was better?
I wish I knew
But I still wish I had someone to share it with
Both the dark and the moon