Night Under the Clouds

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