The loon by Anurag Chakradhar

When there is sun to be filled by the everyday of the day
When I should be thankful for the warmth of every little ray
When there is moon to be consumed by the lightlessness of the night
When I should be grateful just to stare at the beautiful distant white

I go and tell the big bright one to stop shining so bright
I go and tell the cool white one to stop being so white

The sun looks over his shoulder and says to the moon
Mate, are we wasting our love on another crazy loon?