My Star

Far across the horizon yonder,
I have been shown a little star.
A star that shines for all, up there,
A star that would take me far.

The way to the star, the path to it,
is simple as can be.
For amaranthine, and the undying spirits,
and for those who wish to see.

For the myopic and materialists,
the star but cannot be seen.
They deride it and mar its name,
while mocking all who have to it been.

Consistence and persistence,
thats all about your part.
What it takes is just innocence,
a thick skin and a soft heart.

The road to perdition or success,
just dangles upon a ridge.
To fail one can stay put and sway,
to succeed you need to burn the bridge.

My star but teaches only this,
to love, to help and to smile.
And in its journey, one finds bliss,
to make our existence worthwhile.

Success is naught, but a journey through
a world, and what you have preached.
Its measured by the hearts you have touched,
and the number of lives you have reached.

I know not, what my morrow brings,
how far I may rise and shine.
But my star, a luminous orb, will stay,
scintillating on the horizon of time.

My star is a dream, my dream is a star,
something i have just known.
But why then do I feel each time,
this star is all I own!