Another Night

Basking in her beauty in the emptiness of space, her silence is deafening, and yet she speaks to us in all the languages known to man, and woman.
Her voice is soft. She whispers to me as if I am the only one who knows her. I hear her calling me in the night, asking me to "come out and play". And on those nights when I heed her call she washes me in her glow and I know again that I am the only one.
But as the night turns to dawn she slips away taking with her that starry blanket. Once again I am left with the feeling of a love lost, yet to be returned...another night, another night.