The Moon is My Friend

I greet the moon wherever she is almost each and every night. I wish I could talk to the sun but she's too stuck up to talk to me. Her light shines to bright. Only when shes on the rise will she ever had see time for me and thats ok I understand. But the Moon, the Moon she talks to me. Sometimes she's a bit moody turning bright red in the sky but even then she still speaks. She's my oldest friend. And I love her dearly. We've spent many a night talking while I lie in bed and shares her beauty with the world. (Only a few of us really appreciate it. ). When the sun begins to rise and its time for the moon to say goodbye, I miss her. But when I really need her,  she will wait to appear in the day just to say hello. I wonder about the others waiting for her but she stays behind in the light to say hi to me.