I Wish I May
By Zarah Parker

Stars, like dust scattered in the sky.
I sit at my window and hope
for one to quit itโ€™s light-
to fall into this quiet night.

Stars, they glisten against my eyes.
I lay my head against the glass
willing one to fall straight down,
But then a hear a fatal sound-
The birds have begun their songs,
And I know the morning light soon will glow.
The rays of the sun grow warm
against my cheek. Will you come home?

This one is a bit old.