Take the helm, it's yours,
Lead to some galaxy afar,
Ride the crest, you are blessed
To name your very own star.
Sail high a heavenly chord,
Or a sonnet, a poet's rhyme,
Whisper it or shout it loud,
If you wish, in three quarter time.
I would render you a farthing
To embark of your poetic cloud,
But, any amount is not enough,
To honor a star that shines aloud.