Selenology Tonight

Old cratered gem; sleep well today...
Let no one see you at high noon
When all the solar flares will play
Instead of an introverted moon
Who shines mostly in the dark
So dying embers aren't alone
Or shamed by some electric spark
Cast from a too smart telephone
Communicating through the night
To anything and everyone
That it might think is just as bright
As itself, or the haughty sun,
Who chases you around the sky
Almost as much as my lunatic eye!