The moon peers in, an uninvited guest

Illuminating lids without consent.

Although the sleeping child’s time is spent

White light disrupts her dreams and steals her rest.

The moon smirks smugly at his playful jest

But now the dreamer stirs in discontent

At blissful views that flee. She now resents

The mellow light that thought it had impressed.

This bitterness was not the moon’s intent

A joking gesture turned from sweet to sour

When eyes that match the moon open to glower.

At once the moon retreats at her request

It is too late. His prank has had a cost

Her fleeting dreams of sight have all been lost.