Away from the Sun Again

Dusk approaches
The sun hides
Under the horizontal plane
Disappearing from the world
Only to reappear
Far too soon
Darkness closes in
The moon becomes full
Such a beautiful sight
Perfectly illuminating the dark sky
Accompanied by the constellations
As they almost seem to dance about
Some sort of macabre symphony
But they too, along with the moon,
Shall disappear
When the sun returns
But I do not fret
For I know it will be back
With the arrival of dusk