Awaiting Nighttime

A lonesome moon and a lone star were talking way overhead, looking down and feeling the emptiness that most people dread. Little stars were popping in and out, playing, twinkling with no doubts that one day they'd receive their time to talk to the moon about darkness. Wanting reasons for their being there night after night, swimming in a dark blue sky, awaiting nighttime, feeling somewhat shy. They all stood there for an eternity, claiming the right to be heard by people's silent, watching eyes. Knowing enough about patience, that life became a pastime to do with what they wanted. Sending messages through the sky to become one with the darkening dawn of night.