I Wished Upon The Stars

You know how all the little things Get noticed when the times are grim? So, once, when I got pretty sick And thought maybe my world just dimmed, I looked up to the sky And saw that tiny light. At first, it was a glimmer Not sure if it could linger Amidst the darkened smoke Which left no place for hope. But then to aid came dozens Of little golden fighters That pierced right through the smoke And gave the Moon its throne. Thus was the glimmer saved, Albeit I lost its trace Among its fellow comrades Who sheltered all the homeless. But still, despite a tinge of fright, I truly hoped, one day I might Find people who would be my home, My beacon when I can’t go on. That’s how I weathered gloomy nights: Although my inner light had died, I saw the one up high above Because I wished upon the stars.