The Lone Star

Last night I gazed upon the sky, stolen by a thousand stars
In splendour they did display their nightly array
As they sought to shield the darkness of night that doth surround
I lay my head upon the softest blades of grass
To play audience to this show that nature hath set for me

They danced across the heavens, to a song I never heard
By midnight the thousand had turned to tens of thousands
Yet further I stared yearning for more of the show
It was a hunger momentarily satisfied for sleep did take me that very hour
And so ended the display, cheated by the beam of the morning sun

This night I did a second time seek to find my place
Before nature commenced its latest opera for my greedy eyes
Yet lay I in vain for this night was not as the one before
For not a star did come to the show, but blackness hung in the night
Yet far in the Western corner of the sheets of sky shone a lone star
My heart did enter my throat and here I will sit
For the dancing lone star has a dance of its own