Last night, the night came to wake me up, knocked hard onto my head when I was lost thinking about the Moon's beauty, and shook me up.

Took me outside, where I heard the sound of the sighing breeze, 

I saw the Moon; I wanted to feel the moonlight on my face, but I ended up feeling its effulgence which left me all dazzled to embrace.

I wanted to touch its glow; I wanted to hug its radiance and wanted to whisper near its beauty that I have written so much about you.

but all I could manage to whisper is that the night came up to me when I was lost in your thoughts and made me meet you in real. 

I felt happy but not satisfied

I left the Moon behind and came back; now I am forcing myself to get lost in her thoughts and hoping that the night will come again and make me meet her in real as well

Is it too much to ask for?

Night? Are you there? I am still waiting...