From the window, I watch the sky
As the stars twinkle in the night
Flickering as if dancing to the beat of a drum
As I grew older, the sky changed
The little dancers lost their magical aspect
All hope had been lost
But right as I gave up on the night
One dancer began dancing
As if the drum started to beat suddenly
For hours it danced until the sun rose
Finally, the star went to bed
Still I sit, watching the sky
Listening for the drum and for my old friend to return