Darkness in the soundless street.  Streetlights around the elegant houses. Among the houses, there's a boy. Looking through the window and watching in dreamy silence at the pitch night. A full moon is hanging around the pitch night. Not anymore, since the moon spreads its light. The boy's imagination flew like a flutter of wings, and his eyes shines like the evening stars.
He told to himself yearningly, "I wish there is a time when the moon could give me light"

Poem:
Oh, moonlight
My only dim moonlight!
Flashing it's light
How perfectly exquisite
In the night

You glow my eyes
When dark around me
Through my window
You would watch me

Until a time when you'll cease
And when the day will shine
O'moonlight!
Your everlasting light
Shan't ever  fail
to bore me....

-Andina F.K