Small, twinkling star,
out before your siblings,
shining bright before the
dusk has fully set.
I don't know what you are,
bright star,
but you are mine.
At least for tonight you are mine.

Sitting above the trees
in a darkening blue abyss
I can see through my window
between the slits in the blinds
how you move
slowly ever downward in the sky.
Let down your silvery hair
and leave a trail of stardust
to my windowsill.
I don't know what you are called,
but tonight I call you mine.

And as the darkness
filters through my window and
crawls along my bed
I will watch you descend the heavens.
Bright celestial body,
outshining the waning moon tonight,
I will sleep beneath your caresses
and dream of your embrace.