Through the Night

All throughout the night the skies are dark and cold. The stars, fitful, sparkle bright for dreamers to behold. Silent nights are never heard. Wolves sing to the lonely moon. Crickets chirp, and the only bird is the owl that softly croons. Let us watch stars at nightfall as they all slowly appear. From here they seem so small, they shine so bright and clear. I'll sing of stars all night long, until the twilight hour's past. The waning moon joins my song, thin, wavering shadows it casts. The edges of the horizon glow with a gentle shade of pink. Soon to light the earth below, the sun is rising above the brink. I must wait another day to see the stars once more. I must find another way to leave this ground and soar.