Desert ,The Constellations and My Loneliness

a dark and quite warm, mid-summer August night standing on a rock,I humble the desert's fright a gentle breeze blows,tingling,teasing my ears whispering an overture, to requiem of my fears two lights are seen,shimmering,very far, far away someone like me is drifting,the life's lonesome highway I gaze high in the sky, finding the LYRA or HARP on its upper rim's shinning,the VEGA, bright and sharp the ARCHER stands so still,at Northwest of the CROWN meanwhile the FOX is chasing,the CYGNUS or the SWAN a shooting star suddenly,runs away off the SHIELD the CLUSTER OF WILD DUCK,I do see, in that field I make a thorough scan,to spot the EAGLE or INDUS there appears, to my dismay,a huge and dark stratus I leave,heading for my car,turn on the CD player John Denver's heavenly words,capture my soul as in a prayer the dawn just now is breaking,Sunrays herald the day I wish for;on this highway;a soulmate to cross my way