The following is my translation of a Tang poem by Zhang Jiu Ling (673-740):
From the sea emerges the bright moon,
A moment we share at opposite ends of the world.
Lovers lament the night is endless,
For longing thoughts cause sleeplessness.
Moonlight is clear though candles are out,
Dampness of dew is felt on the clothes.
I can’t give you a handful of moonlight,
So I’ll return to bed and dream of being with you.