The moon is trying But the crickets don't notice The songs are pulsing Following my heartbeat I'm laid flat in the tent Mosquitoes escaped The birds play taps While I brush my teeth Soon I'll be gone Adrift in my mind Perhaps I will dream Of sunrise divine For when I do wake I'll see clouds again But by morning the glow Will spread purple red So hold of your rain My puffy high friends As I sleep open to you Resting to meet again