The crescent lies there
resting on the colors of dusk
hovering above the horizon
yearning for the sun
slowly sinking into the twilight
above the crescent
is a star
shining
always there
bright
beautiful
lying down at night
the star brings
wonder to me
waking from sleep
peering out of the window
a crack between curtain
and frame
I see this star
with my head on the pillow
I think about that star
when I should be asleep
but I can't seem to separate
my gaze from that illumination
in the night sky
I rest thinking about that star
sometimes I put my finger on the star
like somehow through
the distance I can touch it.