poem called lifting gloom

A poem called  lifting gloom
The gloom lifted to reveal the moon that was glowing away.
The stars were shining bright in the night sky.
I lay on the grass looking  up at the night sky
It was a tranquil and peaceful night.
It helped my mind to become free. 
I dropped to sleep on my grass. 
I woke up at a quarter past 1.
I went inside to bed where my head hit the pillow.
I fell into a dreamy state.