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 it’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.