Star Song

Night's symphony starts with one lone star,
A single note, clear and far,
Then another and another still,
Building quickly, like a trill,
Strummed softly across an old guitar.

They glow dimly on a sea of tar,
Like a stately waltz heard from afar,
Creeping with a sensuous thrill,
In the ascension of the night.

Now the brightness dark hardly mars,
Drowned in the white sea of stars,
As the melody rises, high and shrill,
Crescendos in a mighty hill,
And the light and darkness spar,
In the ascension of the night.