The Moon Called Out

the moon called out and I ran with glee to see its radiance and promises, then even stars shone unusually bright but all I could see was the moon's light Shone vaguely behind that obnoxious house and that God damned street lamp I could see for the whispering of its beams, echoing the sun in its absence Hiding or hidden I knew it was there and ran through the dark in the glow of the lamps, past the closed road then I could see between bending trees its solemn luminescence revealing an untucked nigh sky and the crooked trunks for the forest they once were proudly framing their spotlight no longer hidden by that obnoxious house or outshone by that God damned street lamp