Looking for La Luna on a Cloudy Night

Last night, I stepped out onto the balcony, 
looking for La Luna.

I yearned for her caress and a goodnight kiss.

The cloud people gathered together, 
keeping her to themselves.

I craned my neck searching 
for a glimpse, a glimmer, a small glow.

The billowing pillows sprinkled me, 
shooing me back inside.

"Tonight, she is ours," they said.

"Look for her in your dreams."