The Star

The star stood among the loneliness of the dark sky, 

Alone & in dark, 

But unlike humans when lonely, 

It didn't sit to pry. 

The viewers could feel, 

Pity for the star, 

As did I, 

But he the master, 

Of this vast, navy sky, 

Never did bother of this loneliness lying anigh. 

His fair tone looked great, 

And more beautiful to give it a rate, 

As for the black background that added to his, 

This fairness trait.

Oh, 

It was a mistake 

To tell that he was alone.

Because unknowingly he had admirers, 

Watching him from far, 

& loving the light he shone.