Sky Tonight

I've wished, I've wondered, most upon a star, But she's the Sky Tonight, just like the app . . . Such pinpoint accuracy to dream big Endlessly—I just looked upon a cluster Of stars all in one,—blest is all I am, One of the reasons is wrong, besides, None of those tender thoughts were mine alone, And/or hers anymore, possibly They're for the whole wide world, as is the poem Stars whose unflagging is instrumental Inside my head, her dreams, I think, defer The word differs from being so noxious, Breathing life into this small, little sound But she's the Sky Tonight, just like the app . . .