Kr^. Praa. Khaad'ilkar's words inspired me to pen [read: type] this

The clouds are rouges and the moon, the lover.
With a shower of moonlight will this garden flower.
Alas!
The moon's palace in the sky is beseiged by cloud cover,
but hiding the piercing brilliance is futile, they blush and sliver,
and finding its way, moonlight descends, coming to the fore.
Drenched in this cascade, enchanted, I stand at her door.