Cosmic Eudaemonia

While in a field the other night, I looked up at the midnight sky. The stars were like a symphony, An orchestra in their own right. The stars in perfect harmony Performed a concert, just for me. The moon began it’s slow descend Just as the astral music peaked. I wish I could go back again, To that wonderful halcyon, But when I look up from the roof My eyes are filled with murkiness. Still, on that fateful night of blue, I saw a special star that flew And on that star I made a wish, I wished that you would see one too. *author's note* Thanks for reading! I'm new to writing poetry, so any constructive criticism you have to help me improve would be a big help!