Answer:
I am the hole in the night, the ever watchful eye. I return in a cycle, to enlighten the sky.
What is that over the head and under the hat?
Whiling away the hours of flowers, Walking through fields of gold. Preening and pruning in lights fading hours, For petals to freeze in the cold. What is it?
Who spends the day at the window, goes to the table for meals. And hides at night?
Above all things have I been placed Thus have I, a man disgraced. I describe sunlight or lock But after all, I'm just a rock
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail