Midnight Sunlight ( a poem for the moon)

This midnight sun
Burns so bright
Earases the answers
Still asks if they're right

Another midnight poem
One more stanza or two
Little midnight poetry
In everything we do

Oh this midnight sun
Glowing ever bright
Burning all the bridges
They built to take us to the light

This midnight sun
A brilliant white
Against the empty black
The empty black midnight

Midnight sunlight
The ghosts come out to play
In this midnight sunlight
Everything is ghostly grey

The midnight dawn
Burns fiery black
Pick your bridge
You can't turn back

The midnight sun
Just fade away
Sky turns red
Night turns day

Midnight sunshine
Says its goodbyes
Along with this poem
This midnight dies

But Fear and the Muse in turn guard the place
Where the banished poet has gone
And the night that comes with quickened pace
Is ignorant of dawn.
~ -Anna Akhmatova