Quarter moon

Three in the morning,a quarter moon  
half way in the sky, a black sky  
 found resting with the moon
at three in the morning.  
why I woke I do not know.  
The house cold yet friendly  
pillows plump and warm.
 I brewed a coffee,
needed wake not sleep,  
time to think,not dream.
Of what ? I did not know and know not now  
it was three that's all there is to know,  
there was a moon curled on its back  
had I woken the black sky from its sleep  
disturbed its sleep before the waking sun ?  
Do blacks nights dream ? If, not why ?  
Had  dreamed ? Could not remember   ...   ..  
Some dreams  best forgot. Three in the morning.  
Soon reality will return robins sing  
 and flowers bloom.  
 A blackbird chunters, half a sleep  
not yet time to rise ;nest not yet ready.  
my coffee cooling ,pillows cold.  
 moon higher in the night. black night  
a moon lying on its back.  
I was going to write a poem. I won't bother,  
can't think what to say.Good night perhaps ?  
 Yes Good night. And if you have a god  
God bless.