The mocking moon

In the night a beam of light
Sneaked on my pillow
Strangely enough, it was
A thief with a golden sword
Trying to pull out my eyes.
A thief with a golden sword?
That was when I realized
It was a dream.
In a heartbeat, I woke up
And as my eyelids opened
The moon, startled me
With a silly laugh...
From behind the curtains
Of my window.
Now, I totally need a hug
To hide my face
From the mocking spy.