The Arrival of Summer; The Loss of My Nights

The arrival of summer brought about longer days
And, with it, a surge of life.
Shadows cast longer than ever before
Tempting me to hide.
The birds would soar and sing their songs
Making me envious of their flight
Over dandelions that grew wild and free
as, I wish, was I.

Starry nights were replaced with
A harsh, relentless sun.
Birds would soar through my dreams
Ending them before they begun.
Summer dreams, they're now called
As they've all become troublesome.
My only hope comes in the dawn,
When the moon is bound to come.

For it is then the moon rises
As the sun becomes weak.
Amidst the blue sky,
A faint outline is seen.
The craters add depth.
The white light shines beautifully.
It's no wonder the cosmic body
Is known to strike lunacy.

I must not forget that dandelions,
Are weak against the wind,
And those poor birds wings are limited
To this world we live in.
It is I who cast the shadows;
My silhouette that creates allure.
Summer days are long,
But it is the night that is longed for.