Wintry, Frosty Air of Night

About 3 days out of they work week a friend sends me a "word of the day". My job is to somehow use it creatively in a form of literature, a sentence, or clever wordplay, but usually poetry. The following poem is from the word critique. Not perfect, but I really like it all the same.

pale blue moon that shines so bright,
wintry, frosty, air of night
will you ever go away?
but alas I know you won’t today.
though you chill my bones so cold
and feel that I am getting old

I will survive, for all is well

thou goest, bitter air, to hell
I am not scared or filled with fright
oh wintry, frosty, air of night
for in my mind, a glowing fire
with one I love of beauty higher.
and though I am so far away
and have to leave and cannot stay
my love for her is still unique
it's something that you can't critique
for I will love her for all time
and maybe someday make her mine

yet 'til that day, I face your plight
oh wintry, frosty air of night