Poet's Confusion - Unknown Author

When the moon has veiled her countenance, and the sun has withdrawn her rays from the earth; When the stars have hidden themselves behind a mountain of clouds, then I know: you're there. When the spring has perished, turned to wintercold, and the snow scorched by the summerheat, and the autumn leaves withered in the soft and pale moonlight then I know: you're there. When in the middle of the night the sun's rising in the west; and the stars crash down in a sea, deeply red with my blood, and the tears turn to crystal in the light of a midnight sun: you're there.