My latest attempt at poetry

Waiting for Space- X

I love the night, the dark, dark night.

Luna blessing with blue-white light.

Shining over azure sea.

Aqua-tipped foam runs to me.

Still shapes with wings tucked ‘til morn.

Metallic scent and plaintive horn,

Stars slyly winking while satellites hover,

I sit in the cool, robe cinched to cover

Me – waiting for X to appear.

Cloudless blue sky – sight lines clear!

I strain my eyes and swivel my head.

But it doesn’t. Sigh. Off to bed.