poems about the moon in IIIs

I.
I wear sunglasses at night,
Because the moon is so bright.
And nothing compares,
To the light of "la lune"

II.
The moon left,
Just yesterday.
It was eaten.
By the clouds.
It's gone.

III.
I saw the moon the other night
it was hanging onto life.
Yet it was giving the world
a single smile,
Unaware,
of it's strife.

(it was hanging,
by a thread
of
starlight)