Bad poem is bad. I got the first three lines in the shower and then forgot the rest. It wasn't this, but this is what came out when I tried to re-write it. Hoping the original will occur to me now that I have part of it out of my head. Mah brain is fried.
See the rebel sun send messages
through the moon;
how it is always watching us,
the light will always find us;
there is nowhere to hide.
Comforting in a cruel way,
we live by light, after all.
Save the nights the sky is black,
when we howl and bay
for the moon to come back
to reflect
the glory of the sun
into something that doesn’t burn
quite as much.
No one likes
being left alone
in the dark.