No Word Does Justice to the Night

This was to be a poem Of my night in bloom This was to be a poem For my nights dim hue This was to be a poem To the lovely moon This was to be a poem For rain clouds cast against Its midnight blue This was to be, For my night This was to be For its sun cast doom But this I can not bring, my self to write For every word to my night Can never be, Will never be, So just and right, As that of my holy night