They are all fire and every one doth shine,
But there's but one in all doth hold his place.
—Shakespeare
That sails over the house
It’s faint and timid
And hides in the clouds
Some prefer planets
Or stars of some fame
But I doubt my star
Possesses a name
I prefer it that way.
I also have a faint light
Not noticed at night
Shy and quiet
And very private
Sometimes a stone
Will fall from the sky
And light up the night
Like the Fourth of July
It’ll make a great splash
Or impact the ground
And set off a search
Until it is found.
But not my star
Alone in the sky,
Scarcely noticed
By passers by
All the stars
In the celestial cosmology
Are known by all
And are public property
But my little star
Alone and free
Is special
And only known by me.