Moonset Poem by Bleeding Heart

Moonset
4 am in the morning.
I cannot sleep.
This night has been restless for me.
Moonset.
I climb out of my bed.
And I walk to my window.
I sit down on the ledge.
Moonset.
From my window's ledge.
I see one of the most glorious panoramas
That I've ever seen.
Moonset.
The stars were no longer visible.
The moon was not white.
The moon was the most beautiful orange gold I had ever seen.
I was Watching the Moonset…