Iridescent Stars

I stepped outside some nights ago,
on shinning stars to gaze. 
One light, my uncle pointed low, 
there shimmered in the haze;
with rainbowed colors soft aglow
him greatly did amaze. 

My cousin scoffed and pointed high
at heaven's humid dome. 
All iridescent was the sky
each star like sparkling chrome. 
Left all alone, left there to sigh, 
I pondered in the gloam.