Night Poetry

I tried to write a poem tonight,
But the sun has not fallen.
Shadows are still long and
Glares still blinding.
I must wait for the crickets
To hear my song.

The sky is dark and chirps are loud.
Night has arrived and my lyrics
begin to flow.
Slowly.
If only the moon were brighter
And the stars more clear -
Then would my poem arise.

The sun will wake us up soon,
Ending my song.
The earth grows warmer
And the sky clears,
Yet my poem is lost in the fog.