Oxymoron

There is a bench on the roof of my house. I am lying down on the bench with my face facing towards the sky and my hands working as a pillow for my head. The time was nearly 5:30 and it is still the bright day but time showing the way to darkness. I turned off the music. The silence of the sky was creating questions. Why, How, When and many more teasing my mind. The white clouds were covering the sky, floating from south to north. The clouds were creating questions. I thought I was investigating the silence of the sky. The birds flying like they were enjoying the evening after having a good day. But the birds were hindering my investigation of silence. I also saw the trees on the top of the hill. Only the upper halves. The clouds were floating, birds were dancing, the sky was silent but there happened a miracle in the sky. Yes, there arrived the moon clearing the white clouds. But the moon was hindered to shine. That was an oxymoron situation between shine and matt. The moon was trying to shine but it was not the time that it could shine; though there was no sun its power was still dominating, the clouds were still trying to disturb. But the time came when birds have found their shelter. Trees on the hilltop were green to dark. Still, I was struggling to see the moon. As my investigation was ongoing, I was thinking that the moon is there changing the position and I am still here seeing it shine and disappear. We both are not seeing each other. And now there came a time when the white cloud changed to dark but I was still struggling to see the moon. I didn't know whether the moon will shine or not, but the hope was still strong. As the moon is waiting for the clouds to get cleared and the sun goes away. I am also here waiting for the same. Our intentions were similar but the time we've got...; the moon can have billions of years to shine and I am here only for some time.