"Sonnet for my Star."

In the shroud of night's embrace, Where space whispers in misty grace, Ancient stars weave their magic's tale, As newborns dance in celestial hail. Upon the sky, the moon doth gently sway, Azure hues drape the expanse, a heavenly ballet, Owls and crickets in harmonious play, In awe, I stand amidst this grand display. Wondering if my verses will draw, Your beauty, as boundless as the sky, Will my odes and sonnets ever satisfy?