The night creatures depend on moonlight when they're on the hunt,
it lights the midnight dance of waves along the waterfront;
guides ocean vessels through the harbour, safely to the pier;
while spiders dine on mothy meals in luminescence clear.
Yet noctilucy is devoured by light-polluted fog
and feebly struggles to appear through thick brown clouds of smog.
The city's multicoloured lights hold little charm for me,
and halogen street lamps make it impossible to see
the dazzling blanket up above, the jewel-encrusted sky,
the meteors and comets as they silently race by.
I'd love to see you once again, and share a glass of wine,
to reminisce and share a joke would lift this heart of mine;
but I can't bear to leave my wondrous star-filled sky so bright—
so if you'd like my company, why not join me tonight?
Head west, across the mountains, to a crisp, clear night in June;
together we can contemplate the shining of the moon.
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