As a child I sang small rhymes
And songs about stars
Making wishes and looking up
At night to where they are.

As I grew older, the rhymes
And songs all dwindled away.
I was busy making friends
Building a new life some way.

Then marriage, children, life
Came along and who had any time
For stars or songs or wishes
Or remembering childish rhymes.

Some would say I’m too old
For wishes or for stars.
My children are grown
And live away: oh so far.

But night after night
In my house of dreams
I stare up at the sky:
Stars twinkle and gleam.

Constellations are clear
And my heart fills with joy.
Renewed dreams are here
That nothing can destroy.

Cold and clear nights
Are filled with ecstasy
As I gaze up to heaven:
So many stars to see.

My very own sky
From my own backyard
It’s my precious view:
My own stars to guard.

When I was little
The stars were small
Sometimes I didn’t
See them at all.

They mattered not
In my busy life.
I guess they were there.
I never took the time

To simply look up
All that magic to see.
The stars twinkling above
That God put there for me.

It’s all of part of my dream house
The yard, the rooms, the sky.
It only takes a midnight walk:
And sometimes I wonder why

When I opened up my eyes
After ignoring them for years.
The stars were waiting for me
At my fingertips: quite near.