What is it like,
To be a star shining bright
In the dark sky?
Alone, but not really,
All the other stars shining with you,
But not really.

How does it feel to be admired by all,
Treasured by all?
To have stories told about you,
Admirers, refenced always in poems.
How does it feel?

In the darkness,
You are illuminated,
But when day comes,
You disappear,
Camouflaged by the light,
But not really.

You'll always be there,
To remind me.
But not really.