As The Moon Sails Poem by Je'free Y .

Child, the darkness disguises many things
With its tricky illusion painting the air.
Meditators find peace easier
With their less distracted eyes.
Lovers are more in love, beneath shadows,
Finding each other in an unlit room.

The polluted metropolis, hushed down,
Seems to be a newer space for us,
With its city lights against evening stars,
Casting a magical kind of brilliance
For a possible magical kind of night.

Blanketed by the blackest sky,
While the sun is shining elsewhere,
Everybody heads to his sanctuary:
A weary father to his family at home,
A stripper to the Skin Trade Club.

Child, hold on to my hand.
Let us watch the moon sail from above
Until our eyes almost give in to sleep.
May it watch over us, in return, as we dream,
Then awaken to tomorrow's bright reality.