Moonlight

I don't like it when there is no night,

With the moonlight

and the starts a bright,

Where that light

brightens up the void inside.

First attempted poem in ages! The first couple lines came from real frustration as I walked across the balcony to see there were no bright stars or intense moonlight this evening, only clouds which made it seem darker. I really like those moon lit nights better.

P.S. OK, so it doesn't seem much like poetry. But I had to try with something!