I might just lay here and dream my life away

The full moon casts a light, soft but bright, on all beneath it it in a world of night.
Given from the sun as an offering whilst he cannot be around, it is different to that light of the day. Taken into the moon and reflected as soft silvery white mist, the city thus takes on an entirely different quality, one of dreams and stardust and magic.
The moon is reflected in the eye of one who gazes to it for answers to unknown questions. This one is a stranger to the night, until now a follower of the day. But she has tired of the harsh light, the heat of the sun, and turns to a new companion for new experience, new life, hoping that here she may find something...
A tiny flash of light falls from a face of soft white and shatters as it hits the ground. Another and another until there is a patch of tear-stained ground beneath a head hung low, cradled in two hands, that has lost something never again to be found...
In a mirror shines the silver round eye of the night. A twisted face scorns the light. Hands gripping, pulling at hair. Mad with despair, an object is flung, a smash is heard, a tinkle of glass, and silence. Silence, but for the whimper as of a child. Seven years bad luck, and a million eyes on the ground...

There, an attempt at something that could be far better given more time. And perhaps should be a poem.
Love to you all :)