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.